Thursday, 21 June 2018

A Bringer of Bad News

A poem from 2018

Eat me up
I will be a bitter taste in your mouth
You will not be able to spit me out
You will not be able to keep silent

Miserable me
Destined to be the teller of bad news
Chosen to be a thorn in your wicked side
To sing the dirges that your works require

Lock me up
In a cupboard to keep me quiet
Close your big fat ears to the truth I proclaim
You want me to sing only happy songs

Drag me away
Together we leave for darkest unknown shores
I am dragged along with the chains that bind you
Forever I must warn of your impending doom

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