Although I cry, it wasn’t me alone
That did base things, ’twas her – for being there -
That turned my phrase and cut me to the bone:
I am now shadow to the pain of care,
Diminished in my spirit by my sting.
Judge not! Your clearest truth has died -
Hurt not! You pecked, and broke your tumbling wing:
Shame not! You spat, and God won’t let you hide,
And all your hurting grief must spew up in a moan:
For now the recompense is paid in tears,
Now the prayer must soften her hard stone -
For I am isolated by my jeers,
And further, further, from my splendid home:
I cursed myself most, lost the right to roam.
4/3/2000
Have you ever disliked someone intensely? And you say something in an extremely unpleasant way? And of course it’s THEIR fault, because if they hadn’t been there you wouldn’t have said it, but even as you’re being unpleasant you feel sick and dirty inside?
And suddenly you’re basically a shadow of yourself, of what you thought you were. And you can no longer see clearly, and must pray and say sorry to that person in your mind.
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Comment by sheila
tht was ok, i didnt understannd it
Posted on: November 5th, 2009 at 1:11 pm
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Comment by admin
It’s not my best poem ever, but what the heck.
Posted on: November 6th, 2009 at 2:03 pm