Choice

I will not go,

Thrown To the winds;

Not without

Feeling forced.

Perhaps divorced

From a certain reality, but spins a story

Of calamity.

His vanity still sings.

This is his choice.

What bends or twists

Allow this?

What god watched on?

I suggest a cruel one.

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