To Take Away...

Apr 11, 2009 18:47

To Take Away

You ask of things that I do not have,
You question my word, belittle my honesty,
 - for one to lie, is for one to sin.

I may not be Mother Theresa or the Virgin Mother,
 - but I try not to lie,
For all my sins, I may commit,
 - I want my sins to be honest, as honest as a sin may be.

I do not want this fear,
Fear of watching the clock,
 - for I do not have, of which you seek.

I try, try, and try again,
And yet still, you press hard and you persist.

Leave my home,
Leave my mind,
Leave my time alone and allow me to use it,
 - however I wish to use it.

Time is a precious commodity,
 - and at times, I fear I have so little left to give.

And yet, time and time again,
You take whatever little that I do have left.

a manic speaks; poetry

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