Blame Game

Won’t bear your blame.
My name is left tethered
and bound by your binding game.

Left my name,
and swinging soulful and free.
My eyes are still swollen
with missing who I left.
But I won’t miss my name or the game.
I’ll be under a new regime.

Create my own manner,
snatching endless first names and lasts
like air encompasses bits of matter.

Escape, my aim,
Overwhelmed with this name
I can no longer carry.


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