Voice

I broke upon those rocks, because
I thought I’d reach you there;
My ardor was sincere, despite
The fact you didn’t care

At all for me, in any way.
But that was my own choice —-
You simply sang; I chose to wreck.
You’d merely used

Your voice

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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