Category : Poems

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Am I more than I ought to be
Or have I lost my ways
Did I get the job done
Did I push against the stays

Who will judge me righteously
And not be cruel indeed
To know the heart that beats inside
Kept from every man

Did you look in the eyes
And see the depth within
To know what stares back at me
Brings me to chagrin

Eyes I don’t like
Truth I can’t see
Can’t focus on the good things
Just the rotting fruit

Where is the good garden
Where the growing fruit
Where is the threshing floor
Left in ill repute

Are there ways to make the eyes better
To make the wells sweet indeed
Before the rot is incorruptible 
So the vine can bear fruit

Where do truth and justice lie
When they can’t be seen
Is there any hope at all
To see where I’ve been