A Poem by Leonard Pigg III

 

It’s easier to pay for someone else’s sin

You feel like the hero that’s just stepped in

If they get upset, you don’t give a damn

It gives you another reason to resent your fellow man (or woman)

My compassion is withering at an astronomical rate

All my ex-friends and former lovers taught me to hate

Neglected by those near and far away

Save the anger for another day

There’s too many people to fight

There’s too many people to spite

The sky is falling, the baby’s bawling

I have sunk so low, even the Devil won’t go

As deep as I have, a lonely path

I am a pariah, without desire

A heart burning with divine fire.