Weak

I wanted to tell someone….

but I didn’t think they would hear me

so I let it spoil in my throat like sour milk.

I wanted to cry on someones shoulder

but they kept shrugging … so I fell off.

Pain can only be licked sufficiently;

by the one whom endures the wound.

Yet people say they can cure me

as they drop crumbs from up on a roof.

Despair is real

and You are not here…

if You are then make it known

I know You have set my pardon

but the wind… seems my chastened home.

 

 

 

 

 

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