Sit and Listen
Sit and listen,
To the grand,
Yet morose position,
In which I stand.
Finding anger,
In others joy,
Wishing disaster,
A will to destroy.
I try to break out,
Yet I am restrained,
There is a doubt,
If I am too drained.
In broken tone I utter,
"Release me from these demons",
But I may not recover,
Broken men don't forgive sins.
Copyright © Lucas Holbrook | Year Posted 2016
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