If One Should Bellow Out This Each One Morning Poem by Aidan Horse

If One Should Bellow Out This Each One Morning



And then a hundred thousand griefs came over me
As it's done a hundred thousand times before
And then I vowed to myself, that whicherver way I be
These griefs will not sustain so long that they consume and alter me,
And then I screamed a hundred thousand times with might born from my lungs,
And I looked inside upon myself to discover what I'd become,
And then my life with heraldry was sung such so as though a new one had begun
And when those hundred thousand griefs came knocking at my door
I sent them back with a furious intent and heard from them no more.

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