Promises Poem by Aleksandra Spaseska

Relentless one,
your breath echoes
murmurs of spite,
I can no longer bear
the tightness of dark
bred in your veins
born on my soils,
can no longer clench
on the threads
of nothingness.

Oh, Madonna,
I've been merciful
I've been kind
I've been
North and South
to his weary seas,
womb for his
craving eyes,
cradle for his
trembling hands,
bosom for his
boyish fears.

Promised one,
be gone from
my etched skies,
there's no shelter here
for your tired bones,
no bread and salt
for your starving soul.
be gone,
beloved one,
this world is
no longer our
armor of solace.