Pity
He is like a yo-yo, bouncing to
Extremes; elastic thoughts
That rise and fall, determined
To avail of reason or anything
That stops the sway of will.
Indignation rules his day and
Free falls through like shards
Of glass; ripping his inside.
In whom can he confide?
The monster in his mind
Has bred more demons there
To feed; on avarice and envy
On pity and on need!
Who can face this mindset down
When torment rules the murk?
Pain that does its puerile work
And wrenches up this sorry clown!
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