Imperfections - Poem by Christopher McNabb
So mighty on thy throne!
A heart made of ice.
No ones right no ones wrong!
What did you sacrifice?
A life with no direction.
The battle had begun.
Forgetting all about connection.
You tucked your tail and run.
Don't preach to me of obligation.
I am well aware of my constraint.
Don't preach to me of solicitation
There my quandarys I'm no saint.
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