What have I done to love that love should treat me so
how have I aggrieved tender mercy that I am denied
what sorrow did I inflict that I am so afflicted?
I turned my back on love now love denies me
my failings and excuses wither under a pale sun.
’Twas fear finally fell me made me into this
a casualty a victim at last of toxic intimacy.
Even victims must account for themselves
yet the guilty are victims too
we are all victims of love withheld from us and by us.
Wonderful
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Thank you.
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A poem for Big League’s opening day (covers all the bases)
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