My Time I Must Keep
Their self-worth, a dwarf star in vast cosmic seas,
From my wild scrawls, they harvest bitter bees,
Extracting venom from my placid inky streams,
Convinced their downfall in my verses gleams.
Their love, they vow, burns like a supernova—
Yet longs for me to shed my true persona,
To mirror their minds’ chosen design,
To think and speak in perfect paradigm.
I’ll sail on through this strange lexical sea—
Casting wishes: peace, love, harmony’s key,
As they trawl depths for words that sting and burn,
Imagining each catch proves how I spurn.
Why they crave my scorn, an enigma deep,
I ponder no more—my time I must keep . . .
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