Beg Poem by Charles Malcolm
Beg
'Show yourself, ' he whispered weakly.
'Wait, ' the woman said. 'Must you speak your truth so meekly? Speak like me instead.'
'I'll bend and break in many ways, but that I cannot do.'
'I never have to play these games and will not bend for you.'
With hat in hand he said he loved her,
broken to the core.
She disappeared into the shadows,
back to the before.
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