Stripped and Naked
Crushed between the heart and head I fail to get along with my own creation sinister and righteous that challenges my being for not meeting her hopes
I did what I could but how to produce a mate for her peace and bliss she raises her eyebrows and isolates herself as if I authored all her griefs
now stripped and alone with hands over my chest I stand in the street await the coffin to reconcile the truths I could not conceive