Tell me I’ve lost my mind for
thoughts I have none,
Tell me I’ve had it worst for
what feels now is no better,
Tell me I am no lesser than a
fool to have such debauchery,
Tell me; tell me of such ruin you
unrepentantly swore.
Words turned actions of such
crass,
That at ounce reaps the soul
apart,
Tell me of those thoughts you spoke,
Have you paused and wondered or
even care that those might hurt?!?
Tell me now who is aggrieved!? That
one left to ruin or the one saying!?
Tell me to clear my assumptions,
what proof you want to show!? Where is this leading!?
Tell me; explain some more, why
are you doing this!?
To shame me, to ruin those you
dislike just because of something you can’t accept!
But have you asked?! Have you
done query of your own!?
Have you pondered deep to what
may happen!?
Have you tried emptying your
cup!? To understand and consider?!
Have you ever tried to at least
listen?!
I am tired, I grow stone.
The child battered, he lay wasted
& sore.
He wanted to scream and cry but
no tears flow & no voice dare to sigh.
For what is left is an empty core;
cold, dark & hollow.
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