standing upon the night, sorry for the madness.
though caused by the fray.
I see now it caused my sadness.
yet I could responded better as in the way.
my deepest regret is that I did not know how to respond.
to something that so seemed like, retribution.
seemed like the innocent to be spit upon.
the way it was construed.
all in my life in convolution.
yet simple pure, which was my strong.
awkward in repose.
but I'm sorry I didn't respond right.
but I'll try my best.
©Pat Connor
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