Penance Waged
Damned be truth and worst be time,
Unfeigned prayers of a naked kind,
Unbosomed shame, as penance made,
Spleen and mourning of a traceless face.
Please Let Me Stand
He’s afraid of me
What can I possibly
Say to give him peace?
I can see it in his face
And three things just
Crossed his mind
And two of them have
To do with me not leaving
Here breathing