"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Monday, August 17, 2015

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

If bitterness deserves banishment
Then
I see why
I was sentenced to exile.
Now I’m old you hate me,
Laugh at my pen,
Rejection’s your new standard,
Plumed with wile.

Bled like a sacrifice
Left to drain dry,
Betrayed,
Stabbed too many times to tally,
I know hands
That wielded blades,
So sly,
Then picked me up,
Falsely bid me rally.

I still see smiles
That spoke the lies of gain,
Invented and cemented my poverty,
Prospered from my creativity’s pain,
Signed their name for mine,
Won my lottery.


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