Cheated

Cheated

If I could do it over,

I would,

my breath

and every second pass

like wind through wheat.

This is not what I want,

not what I deserve!

Locked inside myself

I will trade blood,

for a bottle full of life,  

I can only hold 

at uncomfortable distances.

Spill water

from the thorns

of a rosebush,

passion;

a feeling most dear.

I kick and scratch

at the surface frozen,

bite with broken teeth,

scream with rage,

with everything I have left!

And it is not enough.

Never has been!

I spit on  the common ground,

curse and fuss 

until I’m angry red.

Cut flesh,

drip into the soil,

think nothing of it.

Stare at the Sun,

offer a challenge

impossible to win.

I’ve been cheated in violet,

and wound tight

in uneasy imperfection.

Pleased not to smile,

or shuffle my feet.

Reviews

[Georgiakevin]

This is quite a poem. I have reread it 4x o far."If I could do it over again I would", does that mean transitioning? "Trade blood for a bottle of life" what a profound statement. "Scream with rage" I have done that more times in the quiet of my life when I think of the hand I have been dealt. Every time I read your poem I find something else to enjoy.