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Miscalculated Bride, I Submit to You

In an early time, you were possessed
or maybe, it was I who was possessed
owned, but not bought
seen, but not sought
an error in judgment is why I’m obsessed.

Once long ago, you obeyed command
or perhaps, I never was in command
speak, when spoken to
break, when broken in two
embrace declines in a hierarchy of hands.

In the beginning, he was always your end
or it seems, I am not a means to an end
lost in the leap
crawl in the creep
the barbaric have evolved in a moment of zen.

At the start, you were a price for a reason
indeed, the Lamb sacrificed with no reason
hesitate, then halt
porcine, in fault
in love, we cannot select the season.

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About R. Ward

A husband, father, teacher, and struggling man of God.

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