I wrote a poem. I've never really been one for poetry.

birthed from resentment
repeated and frantic
while waltzing through trenches
withholding compassion

beaches of glass
oh, what wicked companions
allay through their seething
extolling, expanded

what love could be given
I've taken and stabbed at
you've held me back bravely
but strayed at the outset

this barking of rage
responded with sadness
just one drop of shame
a gaze in the balance

(...I know the website footer says made with Claude, but not this. Art is never for AI.)