I am mad at myself
For lighting another stick
Filling lungs with tainted air
Barely there
And with reason for feeling vulnerable
I was straight-lined-on-track
For bettering the bones
The body, the blood
That pumped into this tarnished heart
From the very start
Before you broke the branches of our boughs
And now, I browse
Through the vows
That have the missing vowels
Of 'U' and 'I'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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