You have provided for me
In the wilderness plains;
Your provisions are good.
I carry with me an inert pain
Disconnected, but embedded.
I tried to fix what’s wrong
But it’s too big for me;
I am not strong.
I can’t even protect my song.
I think I’ve been in it too long.
Please, remember my efforts,
Not my failures.
It isn’t fair of frame.
There must have been a day
You wiped drool from my face
And I’m not there to do the same.
It isn’t sound.
You must have stooped to ground
When I toddled down
Below the crowds.
It stands askew.
Before I ate solid foods,
I subsisted off you
And who leads you through?
It’s enough cost:
The years we’ve lost
After the bottles were tossed
And before your vigor exhausted.
It totters in the wind.
Inequalities sting like sin-
Yours or mine, I can’t defend-
But I see all that’s bent
And bowed low.
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