Debt
And why this curse was placed on me
base of hallow lands
and why it fell with so much glee
from lace of someone's hands
to follow me from crib to grave
to gut me once and yet to taunt
to covet me into a slave
a ghost appears but not to haunt
to tell a tale this apparition
to show me pain without regret
to settle me, not the rendition
of a man that no one's met
for like the tree I'm in the forest
but unlike them, I can't be heard
and for my lot I should be sorest
because I've lived in the absurd
I scramble now from fear to sadness
looking for my days gone bye
and once they swore that I was the badness
as they told me not to cry
And in myself I still believe him
perched upon his safety net
but I have given more than one limb
I have paid his endless debt
Copyright © Timothy Barry | Year Posted 2016
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