I will Not be Defeated
Anger will not lead,to a place where I bleed,
seeing my desperate need,
thinking you’ve planted a seed,
where evil can feed.
Falsely, you beg and plead,
selfishness is your true creed,
bottomless wells of greed,
you believe that I will heed,
to your heartless deeds.
Gardens of troubles I must weed,
branches hung heavy with sadness’ leaves,
a drop of peace drips solitary beads,
into a pool where I can heave,
s sigh that relives.
Bryan David Lang
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