Knock, Knock
Please place patience upon my palms,
and put much Madness in my Heart.
Stir in my Soul, a somber song-
(Truth in Mind ere I depart)
My course is forced; what woe- remorse!
Thus from myself, at once divorced…
A sojourn at every turn-
and at my door, a Trojan Horse!
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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