Confess, it’s there within me
Like a bitter liquid, simmering
In the chalice of my heart
A sadness I can’t spill out;
Can’t share with anyone
Pungent like a corrosive acid
Burning the cup that contains it.
Not a part of my body but
To whom I gave a part of my soul
By iron hands and stony hearts
And a friend has flown far from
The line of trees, beyond vision
Beyond my desperate calls to return
The tears that fell from innocent eyes
Have corroded me to the deepest
Perhaps the rulers don’t know
These drops can spell curses
On them to decimate from earth --
Them and their offspring spoiled
As I drink this chalice to the dregs.
Xavier Bage
Wed, Oct 04, 2017
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