My Way

i made my own way
through the uncleared trees
the sharp leaves of cogon grass
i bleed
drops of blood mark
my way
and yet you follow me
in this tryst
my heart is flattered
when you finally said
you chose
my way
you chose pain rather
than pleasure

and the pain is gone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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