Little King of Sorrows


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As other's sleep and other's wake,
I come here not to steal or take,
I come here not for same mistake,
I come for blame that I must take.
Some in peace and some in hell,
I came here not with junk to sell,
I came here not with lies to tell,
I come to help those who fell.
Chose to speak or turn away,
I was here that fateful day,
I was here and had a say,
I was here and in the way.
Many planes my heart does feel,
I fell from love that wasn't real,
I fell from friendship's risky deal,
I'm not numb to how you feel.
Good poem or bad poem I care not,
I'm giving healing with all I've got,
I offer closure so your flames get hot,
I never meant for soul's to rot.

© 2013 L.K.Sorrows

Submitted: Friday, January 25, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, March 12, 2013

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