one knew better

but wasn’t strong enough

to take the One’s Will

being everyone’s woe


every living minute

of one’s numbered days


and yet where’s the understanding?

where’s the compassion?

is this how the world deadens us?


you’d think it easy to

forgive the tears

of one who took the world


as a personal insult


since that one is each one of us….





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