I'm not sorry that I had to experience Abject humiliation and utter disgust; Because, it made me treasure The snippets of mercy, flung my way. Yet, how do I define my feelings About the sniveling, sychophantic stutters And the fake, saccharine benevolence That abruptly exude from you, When you discern the power, I suddenly hold over you? Your new halo looks too foreign on you; For, I vividly recall the evident derision And snobbish disregard, you offered me, Way back when I begged for your aid. But, I understand the helplessness, Gripping your bewildered soul, Now that you perceive that the wheels Do turn, sometimes, in this world. Yet, I don't know if I should help you-- Or if I should just let you find your way. Because, what do you even do When an angel deserves his fate? "The Turning Wheel" I'm not sorry that I had to experience Abject humiliation and utter disgust; Because, it made me treasure The snippets of mercy, flung my way. Yet, how do I define my feelings About the sniveling, sychophantic stutters
