Don’t Hassle Me My Lord Poem by Cyclopseven R

Don’t hassle me My Lord
with tales that twist
and mighty pain that shriek this soul
with fermented fear.
My shadow is weighing
me down than my
shoulder can bear.
I hurry to breathe
yet this much only I could take
and how long yet for me to wait
let me know before I am dead.

I wish to accomplish
many things lay astray
on the table top of my life
So when I leave this body
everything is arranged in order
for others to decipher
and continue from where
I stop.

I wish I had known you My Lord
before I am scheduled for this birth
at least some dollars
I might have given you in bribe
for a good pain free life

Alas…everything is done
It’s too late for a bribe now,
please don’t keep me at bay
For the breeze that blows
May freeze this soul before death.


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