And . . .
Drenched in a torrent of unequalled censure
I vow to never again undertake this venture
Alas my woes are never over I fear
So feebly untimely my arrival of tears
Adieu I bid to this mollycoddled life
Although humour it seems so full of strife
To get and beget are choices I made
Now to lie in this grave for myself I have laid
Stretching for as far as the eye can see
I transgress yet again to this person I call me
Copyright © Fathima Dawood | Year Posted 2008
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