Why am I this selfish?
To swim in the envy,
For I saw, the lighthouse,
Anyways, all the time.
Still, time gone by,
With my torpidity,
Deepened, cemented.
Now, in the midst of this triumph,
That I craved for,
So long, so deep,
For to make my eyes stop peeping,
Then to see, how grim am I,
Stuck in this hole; alone,
With my atrocity; surrounded.
..and passed along a curse,
Was I born, still,
No excuse, as I knew what to do,
And did, what not to,
Every time.
No lament, no grief, no pray for mercy.
This pain, shame; mine to bear,
And I pray it keeps on to sear,
To leave a scar deep & fair.
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2009-09-09 08:35:11]
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