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.
Blame Game
Dawning Creations 