So Foul a Soul
IS THIS you my dearest soul,
Is this you my beloved soul now so foul?
I have hard to live with the world
But the world for me’s so wild-
If I had a place to stand in the universe
I would shift the world using a lever-
To a place where it would suit me better;
But such a thing I am incapable of
My soul so I let cry tears
Of my own foolish follies,
Tears of my own misjudgments,
The world let it flog me to normalcy,
I acquiesce to every thing-
Should I be out of danger, good for me-
Should I die, that is my destiny.
Copyright © Honesty Oimbo | Year Posted 2010
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