I was not rated
so I cannot be underrated
so of course...
never overrated likewise
When I say
the hole in my chest
is a fatal wound
bleeding from raising children
It should create impact
it is a symptom
possibly of disloyalty, ambiguity
from shelter people in their
profiteering
On my account; no festival please
Hope, no reveling
just surviving
making life one more day
No furnished bisque
no bouquets, no nosegay
only charity schisms
perchance escape criticism
Don't know why
Don't know when
Service became a job
and Public Works became a business
It has something to do
with water to live on
that Living Water promise
made reproachfully
I approach carefully
a common door
once I go through
I am emancipated, or so.
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
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