I plead oddly much
I plead oddly much (02-02-2022)
There are times when I feel that being right or wrong doesn’t matter at all. When the situation gets out of my control, all that remains, is to pray and hope. (pause with commas and check out also my music and book)
I pray, having been
A little distracted
To come out, clean
Of blunders enacted
By chances uncertain
I’ve oddly embraced
Expecting my burdens
Somehow unlaced
I plead oddly much
Not ever fall guilty
Avoid madly clutch
And aftermath silty
Your foolish intentions
Have brought in, someway
Collapsed my affections
Not fit to relay
The message, I’m haunted
Like slipping reward
Your presence much wanted
Of pleasing accord
I’m longing to sense
Before you are gone
And slightly dispensed
My right into wrong