My Name Be Given Poem by Saul McCandless

My Name Be Given



As if my name be given,
Was not enough for poorly living
Upon quested floors and paths
Don't get me wrong, do the maths
I abide no law, I am flawed
Resting nervous on bed of straw
My wings are clipped,
My bones have long slipped
The shape of cowards stoop
My will to desire and fate to snoop
I am but lies and eventful death.

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Saul McCandless

Saul McCandless

Co. Down, N. Ireland
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