I was so alone in my suffering…: A poem 

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I was so alone in my brave suffering 

so alone was I 

Everyone else was greedy for the money 

Yet, I had no tear in my eye 

So, you all partook in Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery 

Did you think I wished to die? 

All the leaders, I made kings, became his bedfellows 

They feared his bodygrabbing and bloodsucking dice 

And I, despite my Godliness, lived like a humble swallow 

Never asking why 

You see misbegotten power is never mellow 

I copped the cruelty, should I sigh? 

Can I fight all this overwhelming treacherous bellow?

or should I bid you all bye?! 

For what Prakash Saint Paul grabs from me, I deem as hollow! 

Can I have anything at all…Can I? 

I do my duty, but forgiving is not my duty! 

Condoning Prakash Saint Paul’s eternal crimes and treachery is not my duty, in all honesty 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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