What matter of man
am I?
to seem to have
a lot of friends
...
I can't bear
to see the fools
kneeling in their churches
begging for forgiveness
...
I am aghast
By the past
That holds me down
Until I drown
...
the water falls
and I weep
as I am tossed
be gentle with me waves
...
to sit and rest
I sometimes wonder
what is next?
I work so hard
...
Perhaps I should be done
with poetry
Perhaps I should die
bereft
...
Forgive me
for what I say
for what I think
for what I do
...