Drop

Introverted Sage

Bleed me and hang me out to dry.
Asked for this I can't say why.

Hard ways - all ways 
Never knew easy by its name. 
Reflection in the mirror
The one staring back doesn't look the same. 

Possession is nine tenths of the law. 
Stepped right up and watched the coward fall.
Call it grace, glory or Shekinah.
As repeated cycles begin to fall. 

~I.S.~

  • Author: Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 30th, 2023 23:54
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