A Morning Lecture

This poem was written during a sleepy morning lecture where everything seemed to go wrong.. The ma’am was shaking all concepts i had… and i put pen to paper….

A Morning Lecture

The pain of torture do give me,
For this exceeds any I may feel.

The butchery of my brain you see,
More violent than torture’s cruelty.

“Why me?” I asked myself,
“Patience my child”, said the voice in me.

Raziel©
(1985 – not yet)

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