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The Final Day

As I wait in the dark For the ax to fall on flesh There's nothing left to say I won't protest Many would shout "She deserves to die" No sanctioned work Whereby one could decry ...unfair practices Lazy, unfit, probably depressed Shall I take the time To count my losses Validate for judgement I've carried my crosses Maybe a secret mission A sacred space in existence Just doing the work Without complaint or resistance ...in silence Martyr, savior complex, crazy....for sure I tell you the TRUTH I do not regret the void Learning to trust in LOVE Though I'm too often, annoyed Irritated at freakin' hope That infernal dangling rope I want to choke,poke, Yank, spank, crank ...til it breaks NEED Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-03-2022

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