Fine

Placed in judgement

Unforgiven

Viewed as wretched,

Sent in sin

Chances waning;

Time is short 

And your retort

Is always complaining

My last resort

Will not be explaining

I do not belong

In a place of shame

The arena of blame

You place

I face accordingly

Strong all along yet

Undermined

Seemingly ghosted,

Horribly roasted

So the other half

Seems fine.

JRA

06/29/21

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