Year: 
2014

She said it was a trial,
That I’d hear but wouldn’t know—
In this world I’m not a master,
So it’s silly for me to crow.
My ego brought on disaster:
She loathed me, I never knew;
So now I lie only with my dear—Denial.
 
 
The end rhyme scheme follows Frances Darwin Cornford’s poem, “The True Evil.”
 
 

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