The Witness, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

tab-fo-pp-artworld5-Modgliani.JPGSeated Man with a Cane, Amedo Modigliani (1918)

The Witness, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

O where should I, my story to begin?
Of a distant place, I have never been?
Or bless me Father, for I am with sin?
Obvious, I wear not a silly grin?

Not knowing if I qualify for hell,
As not sure of all details very well.
If fully explained, may cause a ground swell.
Seeking no harm, better that I don’t tell.

If all be told, some will surely be hurt.
Confused, but the issue I will not skirt.
Be duly patient with me, don’t be curt.
If hastened, my story I will not blurt.

I being somewhat shaken, where was I?
O shall be still for ang’r is in your eye.

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