Poetic Form: Free Verse
Revisited Respired: 2023 September 30 Originally Inspired: 2023 September 29
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"Nobody favors a share ... for sins I bear, no one cares. Now that the appointed hour pines faintly, I stand in lights grace, a shadow no more, barring lives in my wake and none before. My cup did run over, right into me, and spilt nothing, and as I saw the empty cup, I prayed. Do tell, 'What does absence appear to be?' Shunned by God as a void cataloged life. Does it take some sordid form? If so, be it horridly misshapen, and be there a face that pulls night's veil, luring darkness to hide its shame, thus causing sleepless nights forevermore. A son and brother were I and then a husband, later, a father ... a family's man, thought I? Benevolence accommodates me naught, for charity had tipped over its cup. Hopes I join with lives once shared, those times when I was happy."
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