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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #1075628
A bitter lament on dying.
My Brother, Esau

Before I laid my head to die
Before old memories curled to rust
I asked just one more question.
I implored your majesty
"Why did thou hatest me?"

From womb to grave, it seems to me
No matter how I worked, the lie
that followed me from quick to end
was "in his majesty you can trust."
How you despised me.

From birthing seed the plans were laid
to take from me what others claimed
to be their due, three score and ten.
To Esau he said "think again my friend.
Who do you think you are?"

No health, no wealth, just poverty
No home, just shacks and trailers.
Of shame, I'm no shocked stranger.
My hands were dipped, and you said
"It's not personal, you just don't win."

Run away parents, privacy stolen
I thought it would never end.
Until I, too, ran far afield.
Resting, I thought I had beat it,
My birth right protected.

I couldn't know, I got lazy then, but
The punch was not there, not valid.
No date of arrival to other side
A stub with destination shorn said
"No where to go, no one cares."

So I drank the bitter cup, like Esau
crying over life's porridge lost.
The vile cup of soup not worth the trip,
And I lay down my head and I died.
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