Bitter Turns Poem by Erika Conti
Bitter Turns
and so i find myself
asking to the invisible tarots
of rationality
sitting firmly
in my mind
'does he love more the drama?
does he love more me? '
the tarots,
silently nod at the empty
room
beside me, as i sleep
and i turn around
and my smile
into a frown
turns
too.
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4/25/2024 6:37:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
this is a lovely piece of poetry nicely done