Pity Poem by Yvonne Iversen
Pity
Lost for words.
Because pityness seems so weak,
yet so strong.
Pity.
Don't say it.
It seems to offend me more than anything else.
I just say those words
for understanding.
Never for pity.
Just lay it before me.
The weakness I once bore,
which tears my heart.
I get offended more from this ugliness,
never of the understanding.
I would rather have you leave me alone.
It's cruel.
Pity.
As in sin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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