The Bottom Stair

I saw you at the party
Sitting on the bottom stair,
The many all about your throne.
I forgot the way your hooded eyes
Could hold a holy fountain 
Glistening to burst,
The way your smile charged entire cities.

I have tried for years
To learn unhating you.
The world's a vicious biting dog
Inside a cat disguise.
You never tried apologizing.
You are always unaware of guilt,
Mistaking sin for fear and doubt.

My skin
Was thirsty
Desert sand
Unwatered too long,

I didn't let you know my presence
As I left.
You go with God
When realizing
You can go without.

- 3/13/26

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