Interests
HE WHISPERS
He whispers:I m not sorry
for loveing you this way-
either be mine alone
or I will kill you.'
It buzzes around me like a gadfly,
incessantly, day after day,
this same boring argument,
your black jealousy.
Grief smothers- but not fatally,
The wide wind dries my tears
and cheerfulness begins to sooth,
to soothe out this troubled heart.
Anna Akhmatova (1889-1966)