Do Not Blame Me Later - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

I offer today
in my hands
a bud, a raw fruit,
a tendril,
a fledgling

all small, and
young and

take them all
from me

and what is left
of me
are these empty

tomorrow i
will offer a hatchet
a scissor
and a knife

take them all

if you will not
do not blame me
i will do
what now i will.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 13, 2013

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