Graced, poetry by Ifeanyi Sibling at Spillwords.com
Julian Myles

Graced

Graced

written by: Ifeanyi Sibling

 

Often times I’m left brooding alone
The title of an outcast bestowed upon me
Yet I try to remain true to them who hate me
I’m like a relic of the past to them
One whom they want to end once and for all
But every time I always find my way out of every trap set out against me
Sometimes I’m left wishing for a quick end
Like a samurai slashing his opponent in a move with his sword
Unfortunately, that wish is yet to be granted
Just maybe, maybe there’s someone up there
Wanting me to survive regardless of all the arrows I get hit with
Or the number of stones thrown at me

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