Blasphemy

Blasphemy

A Poem by Anna

It comes to me clearly 
Crisply in my hands 
Heavy behind my eyes-
Whose life for which I'd run
When the time came.
As I rage against myself 
The same weakness 
In me, is not to hold.
It bleeds cold 
Through and through 
I am alive 
Because of you.
It comes to me in 
Sunrise, by moonlight-
All there is
I'll sacrifice if I must.
A righteous man is naught 
Without a righteous love 
From which I take you-
I couldn't bare to return you 
To the dust.

© 2023 Anna


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Added on February 6, 2023
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Anna
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