I stand guilty of sin without so much as having lifted a finger,
Accused and cursed upon for being nothing more than myself,
"Not good enough, not attentive enough, mean and nasty."
Always putting others first but yet constantly rejected,
Trying so hard even when my actions are unseen,
"Selfish, self absorbed and anti-altruistic."
I've fought too long, stood too hard, my every move is doubted,
Confusion lays across our paths and clarity is abandoned,
I offer retribution upon my own self being,
A trimming of the soul and the lust for life is fleeing,
I've offered up my very life in mortal flagellation,
But the decrying spirit I heralded loud seemed lacking with intention,
Always wishing the unity would prosper,
And finally the end of worry and doubt would stop from her,
Alas I think that time has come to settle hands
Down weapons and tools, raise the white flag and be done,
From within and without, the end of days faced alone!
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