All ugliness originates
within the self,
expressing what you feel
is what you truly are.
You cannot tolerate a man
who stands above you
like a beacon in a raging sea.
And like the hapless hare
you hear the hounds
that are not really there.
We all must pity you,
there, as you squirm
and plead so pitifully
wiggle, little worm.

by Sarah Everson

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Marvallous how he portrays his sorrowful and emotional feelings in such beatutiful words. his true love that was felt for this woman really is presented in this writing. she must have been an angel and to see that beautiful gift become soiled through the lies and troubling times is truley a tragic scene indeed.