Please
forgive me, Sir
For having
taken an empty oath,
And instead
of telling your truth,
I told my
own.
Words
slipped like a stream
Because truth
also has
An hourglass.
And then it’s
set free
You looked
at me,
A crowd;
alone
And yet my
tongue did not
Shiver. It wasn’t me, talking.
-intertwinement-
Kill me, Sir
-
Outwardly,
I'd be bleeding
Whilst
inwardly, I'm too,
too strong
to fall.
