STUMBLES
Under the sheer eyes of drooling detainees
Empty plate queues
Dark faces glisten with sunlight, trapped
A tale we have to tell; with tone sad.
Render me your hand or I bleed
For with regrets, my heart is saddled
Render me your ears while I tell
How my failing made me fell!
While slashes - a daily dessert
And in me dolour lies yet
While regrets - night supper,
And from me, mirth flutter.
The gallows grumbingly await me,
Gates betray, a chance to flee.
With cruel eye, warden gaze,
Just like one impaired with craze.
Will goals be attained?
While these stumbing blocks, my acts breed
A craving chance I crave
To correct the ills I made
@Opemiplenty
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