Futility Poem by Michael Rose
Futility
I don’t care to write
Or to look you in the eyes,
Because
You show me only sadness,
Because
You are me,
you are all of my
History,
You are the woman of me.
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History, A history of sadness can easily turn to gladness, With the touch of a hand, a smile, a glance. I dare not speak, I must hold my tongue, For if I speak- All will be undone. Do I stay, do I go, For that is the sadness I show. I see my reflection in you, You are the man of me.