“The Question Mark of Cain”
I’m not exactly sure how this works
Grieving I've Grieved You
Last time I looked it was me that lost
But it seems my loss
Has inconvenienced you
I am bewildered by how this is
Hating myself you hate me
My face, my body, my breath is abhorrent
You detest my stink
My being & the thought of me
I’m unsure of how again to be sure
And in my confusion you are certain
That I and everything that has to do with me
Isn’t worth a moment
An inkling
The fleck of paint on the caboose
Of the thought train in your mind
And victimized
I feel I should apologize
© 2010 S.LaDon Ware
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