Tolerant Fulmination
Sometimes I'd like to be a light somewhere.
But then this magic burdens me the worst;
and I'll not show the least of worth or care.
So from when the doctor hit I knew I changed
And even before I opened up my eyes
Somewhat belittled and somewhat deranged
Little I knew how much my burden resized.
To my family soul with perfect ease
Assimilating personality
The thousand words with photos that we teased
Ripped and shred those pathways moles could see.
Those underlying roads that mock the light
And like the bats are busy working night
The second shift of troubles come to see
What scroll of witchcraft they've brought up to height.
So to the others I must say but this;
Some tales or stories are grotesquely staffed
Assigned to haunt those who may have been cursed
I vouch for those and speak on their behalf.
Copyright © Jalisa Robinson | Year Posted 2007
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