Symptomatic PreoccupationsA Poem by Moonflower
Those words struck my heart, A deep primal fear emerging from that hidden chamber, the chains rattling As my spirit shuddered, crying out in anguish And I saw the faces of those around me, the ones I loved, the ones that I couldn't understand Pain racked my breast, the realizations thundering deep into my core The utter horror of my own delusion, my own obsessions and lies those eager suggestions, images, locked in my mind Some one told me that We are all drenched in Sin Impervious to the Truth The goodness Maybe we have infected this world with our own small intentions Those thoughtless mistakes, inconveniences Was I always your inconvenience? Was I the dirt under your nails? The way he bled Prophetic dreams of thorns and needles Light and Mercy
What will we find at the end of our dusty trail, An open sea, a little boat, so we might sail?
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25 Reviews Added on November 28, 2010 Last Updated on November 28, 2010 AuthorMoonflowerLouisville, KYAboutHello :) My name is Desiree. What brings me to this website is my love for poetry and storytelling. At this time I consider myself more of a poet, than a writer or author. I do not have the pa.. more..Writing
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