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The Undeserving
The question comes to rise at the peak of the day
Who becomes more the unkind or unworthy?
With nothing but sour attitude and devoid demeanor entreated by others
There within the sour patch responses and remarks show only a growing opulence
Either the sentiment falls shy or is simply unyielding in its fashion
Like a green spear of weakness being lurched through a body at high speeds
It remains half stuck, in place and festers around the wound like sickness
How like cancer is the growing sense within the heart and spirit
Nothing quite so tasteful as the aimless suffering that is not truly so
A disgusting and vile lack of conduct to be kept in spot and held in place
How disgraceful is this conduct that it rules the mind enough to cause ghastly thoughts
Each more pitiable and pitiful than the last, merely needs to not be acknowledged
But such is that which seeks more of its being, with less and less being worthy
To fight for that redemption, as the question arises who is truly the one lacking worth?
The greedy seeking soul who complains about what one does not have?
Or the one that silently judges the one complaining? With two questions there is no answer to be had
Both have much to be worked upon, though it seems the watcher may yet have an edge
The chance to fix that which is impacting their judgment, impeding it makes things difficult
In that of its own way makes one potentially the undeserving, but there is always redemption within reach.
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The Undeserving
The question comes to rise at the peak of the day
Who becomes more the unkind or unworthy?
With nothing but sour attitude and devoid demeanor entreated by others
There within the sour patch responses and remarks show only a growing opulence
Either the sentiment falls shy or is simply unyielding in its fashion
Like a green spear of weakness being lurched through a body at high speeds
It remains half stuck, in place and festers around the wound like sickness
How like cancer is the growing sense within the heart and spirit
Nothing quite so tasteful as the aimless suffering that is not truly so
A disgusting and vile lack of conduct to be kept in spot and held in place
How disgraceful is this conduct that it rules the mind enough to cause ghastly thoughts
Each more pitiable and pitiful than the last, merely needs to not be acknowledged
But such is that which seeks more of its being, with less and less being worthy
To fight for that redemption, as the question arises who is truly the one lacking worth?
The greedy seeking soul who complains about what one does not have?
Or the one that silently judges the one complaining? With two questions there is no answer to be had
Both have much to be worked upon, though it seems the watcher may yet have an edge
The chance to fix that which is impacting their judgment, impeding it makes things difficult
In that of its own way makes one potentially the undeserving, but there is always redemption within reach.
Who indeed is the watcher and the one stuck with green feelings? We all have our struggles, it is inevitable but not hopeless. Stand strong and true to yourself always.
Please enjoy!
Please enjoy!
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