Disarmed Poem by Sanja Atanasovska

Disarmed



In love and disarmed to the point of pain

I surrender to you

even when you reject me

the distance becomes a pit

with aristocratic color

the broken key in the lock

is my mortal enemy

and I have no other consolation

except to be jealous of birds

having wings

to reach you.

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