a plea for pity
a soothing reprieve
a willingly wept prayer
a wretch’s last unsubtle cry for mercy
hopeless words half said, half breathed
a beckoning death knell
could not sound sweeter
and yet fate would not allow such ease
a desperate wail
scraped from within
feeble efforts to meekly appease
the undeniable truth of unease
I remember you only when I need you
with one moment cursing myself
the other moment begging for your reassurance
some comfort, some chance, some hope
pleading for it all to be alright
berating your creations
asking you to see the injustice
asking you to intervene
asking you to hear me out
and somehow…when things turn out right
forgetting you…shamefully renouncing you
and all that you have done for me
with silence.
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