Degrees the seas make need
of burdens to set me at ease
from the hate spate you debate
from your lies that disrupt peace.
A criminal aspect God forgave that
because the blinded eyes of
a drunkard had a bad spat
of absent care and tender love.
Shame like a hurricane torn
sorrow for years never the same
like the pain I have I worn
and the life I lived was not tame.
I no one blame or mock
except liars who play games
and deny the fact there is a thing
as acid rain, mother nature’s pain.
Feel like like I should shave
my head Sampson after deceit
from spite that whispers to send
my hurt to the balls of my feet.
Actions speak louder than those
who can spell not a simple word
and who kiss the backside and mock
those that hurt they get their just desserts.
RMC 