My Pleasure to Bear Your Pain.

Amid the anger and tension,
something I forgot to mention…
just a simple truth or two,
words wasted before on you,
still, since I must walk away,
things between will remain,
always, a thing:
unclean – unchanged…
thunder rolling ahead of the rain,
this sense of solid certainty,
on my word, will die with me,
hard-wired deep within my brain,
you are woven into my destiny…
until the Gods tell me differently,
look for me, and here I am,
it’s my pleasure to bear your pain.

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