StainedA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenSo easy to judge others.Stained I am born sinful. My catholic soul stained, ink blot black. Rorschach interprets me the Devil's spawn, judges me, sees me in his own image. Hermann, too
subjective in his pronouncements, leaves me broken, swimming, in the cold consommé of false analysis as he smiles bleakly, c***s his head and condemns me to the grave. 04/12/17 © 2017 John Alexander McFadyen |
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1 Review Added on December 4, 2017 Last Updated on December 4, 2017 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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