Tumbled
I consumed myself, day and night
In the reconstruction of her being,
‘Cos her beauty left out in the sun
And withers like flower;
I thought I could help by doing so;
Imagine how hard to swallow
Ones pride,
Just to provide her something,
Self-contentment, perhaps;
Alone, I stretched the day over
The inconvenience of fleeting time;
Cheerfully, I made impossible possible
Yet in return, I ended up
Wondering,
Why I slaved my body giving
Her, the niceties she don’t deserve?
Now she sings with the angels, whilst
I bleed in loneliness;
Oh Father, forgive me, if
I’ve fallen short......to thy expectation.
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