SiMmeRinG 33                                               

I have suffered enough in this cruel world of ambivalent love and hurt

I played my cards wrong

Made constant wrong turns

Turned off my iNNer GPS

A proposed antidote could be to swallow the poison pill 

Of desire and fall on the sword of my dark-haired gypsy

This timid stagnation of a rose-colored prison cell

Has doomed me to a life of isolation and despair

Yet these razor-barbed wires will never

restrain my bloody feet toward migrating the beloved.