Cruel fly, why do you harm me?
With your bulging eyes
Who do you scrutinize me?
Why do you journey to my past
And bring back things that are dead?
It's not part of me, can't it stay that way! ?
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This sorrow was felt.... Already!
These tears I cried… Already!
This funk caused me to spew my guts…
Already! This aching pain I felt… Already!
Over this, many sleepless nights I spent
-Going nuts- Already!
To father God, with knees bent
For this sin I repent… Already!
And according to his word, I was…
Forgiven… Already! So fly
Just let it die... Already!
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
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