The Destitute's Wish
I had an abundance of all,
shared my immense riches with all;
I felt extreme joy, I walked tall...
doubting my fall, doubting my fall!
Stripped of pride, wealth and honor
I wear rags remembering glamor;
those dashing images of grandeur...
are now terror, are now terror!
Shivering as a destitute,
smelling hot food and salivate;
I beg along roads with smoke...
I stay awake, I stay awake!
I'm the one wailing and dying,
not having anyone caring;
come death, descend on my dwelling...
stop my weeping, stop my weeping!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013
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