of that which i had cursed…

how do i please thee

so easily blue

so quick to eruption

yet painfully true

her heart bares a silence

that is soulfully new

creatively mischief

how did i become the fool

fought so long to find favor

what i found was a friend

one to laugh at all my anger

not as mockery

but to show the hypocrisy

of that which i had cursed

for in my misery

she would cling to me

while convincing me

of my worth

so i thank her with my verse

and as a poet that is my death

all the flesh and blood that I have left…

I Thank You

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