Wednesday, September 25, 2019

Leftover

I was told
To let you go
Don’t look back
Move along
Holding on
My undone
Leftover
Madness from
What i got
Giving change
Like penance
Forgiving
Still I hold
This tin cup
Drop your coin
Spew your faith
Claim your god
Erase me
I am nothing
A figurine
Made of glass
And plasticine
Mould me into
What you need
Fill my coffers
Let me scream
From a pulpit
Ashamed I beg
Lay your head
Across my grave
Bend your knees
Help me pray
Sinner
I refuse
To succumb
To your abuse


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