Within Me


The bearer of bad news,but never telling it.
Taking within me the best and the worst
of this universe.
Realizing at some point that I must be cursed.
Mistakes not of my own,but of my fore-fathers.
The debt will be paid.
The brain within me full of everything,
The one comfort of being laid.
As the bible says "my cup runeth over,"
So taxing, in every way.
Living in a different reality, secluded,
Couldn't begin to explain if I could.
And plagued with the fact that I never should.

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