To You They Made Me Less - Poem by James McLain
I did not pretend this burning bush this cage.
Not ever by when two disscused or more.
A living made by those whom see but can't.
Since time began they always spoke to have.
If once I was a man she has since forgotten it.
Scarlet are such letters one would trade.
Trees made bare translucent leaves.
That should never whom to have.
In moss you trust I sleep.
If I ask you why what will you say to them?
Thus provoked by you again I ask.
You have exposed my roots for all the world to see.
Afraid of what I wish to say none keep.
Must I save my life by taking yours.
Knowing best you never knew me not to Judge.
My weakness now you know.
If you plan to hurt me hurt her even more.
By my death you hurt her more and I am less.
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