JUDGE ME NOT WITH ARROWS

MY FLESH BLEEDS

I CRY THE PAIN

HEAD BENT WHIMPERING

NO DIGNITY IN MY SUFFERING

ONLY WITH HOPE OF ESCAPE

WITHOUT BODILY HARM

BRINGS MY EYES UP LEVEL

FORTH RIGHT WITH PURPOSE

ACUMEN LIKE A FLINT KNIFE

SPARKS IN A DARK CAVE

DO NOT CRY FOR ME

I HAVE KNOWN MANY FINE DAYS.

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