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THE BLACK SHEEP
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"Pain & Sorrow" ‘Tis thy, who sits helplessly
Dark as the ageless night;
Soul pervaded with condemnation
Contemplating on deserting this life
The same blood that fills immensely;
Similar veins that runs intensely
Those whom I’ve shared bliss with
Forbid themselves to reconcile differences.
Abandonment!!!
Rejection!!!
Unqualified love!!!
Thus, life promises nothing
Not even from those whom you share blood.
Cast down upon
Because of the beliefs that thy have taken
Forbidding thy mind to be lured
Into “false education.”
‘Tis thy, who lie helplessly,
Dark as the ageless night
Amongst a field of friends
Who also contemplated on deserting this life.
Tha Prodigal One...
Having been "A Black Sheep" this poem touched me very deeply. I had never realized just how black I am until now.
The blackness of depression wrpped around me so tight as so not to appreciate who and what I am.
Marica