Monday, December 15, 2014

For the Guilty

I write this for the guilty
For those whose pockets
Are too rocky with dirt
Whose hands are weathered
Whose hearts are calloused 
I wish I could sing to you
Slip into the tender side
Of your nature
Like the Man in Black
I wish there were more songs
For you
I can not pretend to understand
You-- the how & why of you
And sometimes
I hate you
But more & more
I realize
That what makes
Somebody one of you
And how much
You deserve
Cruel, stupid things
And if I were to measure myself
When I measure myself honestly
I am guilty, too

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