Ne’er Reborn

Ne'er Reborn

I am – she cares not who that is
I’m nix but words that scorn
A heart despised by acid tongue
For love is ne’er reborn

With contempt, she let my heart dream
Her love was mine to hold
But love be damned when left for dead
Outside in winter’s cold

No pity has she when tears cry
And still she treads my soul
Like dirt beneath her very feet
How can a man feel whole?

The answer is I am still me
And wise to all that’s wrong
She has no hold upon my heart
I am me; I am strong!



©JG Farmer 2017
Form: Hymnal Measure

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