Call Him What He Is - "Not Yours"
A prideful poem about looking down snobbily upon the immoral by ED 6/8/22
I am defined by the summit of all
Pity, your pithy life full of brine
Has robbed you of even the gall
To call your own husband “mine”
Rancor and desolation pepper your days
Sin and strife have slept in your bed
Unreachable absolution is the only way
To shake the pesky demons out of your head
I live on the verge of enlightenment
You struggle to rise with the light
Securely nestled in establishment
My demons are not mine to fight
I wish I could help you, though that would be foolish
You wouldn’t accept nary a drop
Your countenance has turned so soft, yet ghoulish
The hooves of the satyr clip-clop
Along the path to your destruction
The pied piper strings you along
Meanwhile, you claim your life’s construction
Has not, does not, and can not do wrong.
About the Creator
Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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