From 'My' Despair Poem by James McLain

From my 'Despair' it's depths you weigh.
Even now, knowing what you know.
Did you ever not and yours 'Because'.
The advantage of it has been achieved.
And painfully by my despair and from it some were helped
and that one of my one it's opposite must now be reversed
from which it was born,
like great value of the many useless deaths,
I have,
Which is now verified by what you value and my testing
of the very thing, spoken thus to you by your teachers.
They of which, whom would 'not' suffer it/it's knowingly
and not to be reproduced, by he of they whom saw it thus, is so.
Do there to be, as you my hour, as yourselves would thus
measure character, ethics and morals inspired by the way, it did.
Shake from the full enjoyment and knowledge
which is your consciousness, each of us whom make.
Difficult and impalpable it is struck from, to us, ourselves who are felt
and thus in the hurting of thy, hid it not revealing,
the weight of such despair can only anger 'God'... never defeat him.




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