I Bit the Hand
I bit the hand,
That fed me,
That helped me through,
My early years.
Then again.
I bit the hand,
That hit me,
That sent me reeling,
Into inner hell.
I bit the hand,
That loved me,
That cared for me,
When I was young.
Then again.
I bit the hand,
That hated me,
And filled me with,
A lonely disease.
I bit the hand,
Then it bit me.
I kissed the hand,
And then it hit me.
Copyright © Christopher Wellbelove | Year Posted 2007
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