On simply suffering: A poem 

I am suffering immensely, for somebody else’s crimes 

I am also being punished for simply biding my time 

I never had a first-hand chance to wine and dine 

Because I thought my duty was to pay with my life 

Duty doesn’t seek restitution, nor seek any reward 

There is more than closure in finding omnipotent God 

So, I try to laugh away my pain; it may seem in vain 

For, sometimes, I think, plainly, I may just go insane 

The rubber of my resilience is hardening; it may snap 

This life of hardy virtuosity can be smudged off the map 

I can only think that having recourse to anyone is putting them at risk 

The ones to go to simply cannot evade Satan’s kiss