Poem: Monologue 00.00.004

Torn between the reasons to conceal
If I can hide then I shouldn’t be here
Right in front of you
Curl like a comrade
Waiting to be lapidated
Say the truth of how I feel
Will you still take me as your friend?
No foul play, in case you wonder
Bring me never to any ordeal
Wrestling with who I actually am
Treat me not like a scum
Reciting Baroque in the dark
Minefield of Chimera strolling hard
Footprints of temporary marks
In my heart – For ever, that eternal start

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