hard poems (IV)

sollozo

it's the love that refused you from the minute you were born
draped you in a sheet of denial and slapped you on the cheek
how dare the day stumble into existence
how dare the night implode in a puff of smoke
I am sick of this and you are sick of that
so much so that you feel it in your belly
a sad, sad, sad resolution
evolving in your throat
growing arms and legs
someday in germination
the world will hear your call
for retribution?
no.
rejuvenation?
never.
rejection?
forever and ever