Wednesday, April 27, 2022

Isn't I

Will they wait until they're dead 
In my room at foot of bed
Saying sorry, we've misread
All you've written, what you've said
We have spit on you in life
Spoken words which were not nice
Called you crazy, criticized 
Cast you out and watched you writhe
This is hard for me, no lie
It is painful, angels, why?
Irrespective, isn't I
Who won't love until I die

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