Let me pour you a wine

Composed of your blood

And every tear you’ve shed

Combined

It won’t be tangy

Nor fruity

Made only to remind you

 Of duty

Let me serve a plate

Of unwanted feelings

And piping hot rage

It won’t be tasty

But it will fill you for days

Nourishing

Till the next sate

Let me serve dessert

Of iced concern

Regrets

And a lesson learned

This one will hurt

But it will bring finality

A reason to reject society

Post confinement

Post closed doors

The world

Once in bloom

Is kind no more