Myself

An absurd contention founded from wounded pride and an array of dashed hopes

Evidently harmless they sew the seed of mortal defiance in a heart willing to live

This heart,possessing ability of love and misery , disheartened and so discouraged from the nativity of a smile

The curve eluded an expression best attributed to a wait at the gallows

As a sense of sin swept across a watchful face awaiting the stroke of fate

Thus was his nature, beseeching change of himself.

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