A poem #62 – Shame

I have given you less of me,
than you deserve.
And your tears they fall so heavily,
that they often spin the world
underneath my feet.
My tongue is dry and offers no apology.
but I’ve only myself to blame.
And your hand is red with anger,
and my face is red with shame.
I can only stand abashed,
staring at my feet.

JP Collins

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