Hosea Griffith Poet Blank verse

I Wear the Crown

I wear the crown.

It gives me recognition
for my works
and the things I've caused.
But my most recognized work
is my sorrow.

I give, no taking
I lend, no borrowing.
I sow, no reaping.
I let others take, borrow, and reap
while I sit in the corner and...
cry.

I wear the crown.

It doesn't give hope
but reminds me of my hurt
so that I remember why I shouldn't
lend my heart out...
why I shouldn't love.

I make, they horde
I supply, they chug.
I love, they rebuke.
I sit and I cry
while the world passes me...
by.

I wear the crown.

It's my burden to bear.
I don't want to burden others
but the burden is heavy...
my sorrow is heavy.
My. Sorrow. Is. Heavy.

I plead, you reject
I kowtow, you walk away.
I beseech, you abjure.
I sit and I cry
as I bear my crown of...
sorrow.

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Chiquitachiamaka Baity August 4, 2011 at 11:28 PM Wow... I love this, it went in a completely different direction than i thought it would after i saw the title. Which is why it is so great. Thanks for sharing Hosea.. Really nice poem!!!!!