Guilty Of The Night Poem by Xaint Perry Poet
Guilty Of The Night
why pain prepetual me
my spirit incurable which
refuseth to rest
they call me a lair
and a water that hasth fail
my eyes overflow with
tear day and night
ceaseth not
for my mother and father
hasth cause great wound
if i go unto the street
i see those who laught at me
if i go unto the city
am struck by famine of shame
both father and mother
gone into the land i know not yet
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