RedemptionA Poem by Harry MoraIt means what you want, to whom you wantThere was never anything for me to see Only words I thought were fantasy But, over the years I've come to realize All words have a reality
As I write and draw from life's intricacy I've come to feel what I could never see
I cursed the divine for struggle through this life And wallowed in my misery But, I was assisted through all that strife Somehow turned pain to creativity
My dreams of death, unfulfilled I cut for blood and death My excoriating hands were stilled and I continue to draw breath
I know in me was not the strength These thoughts still bring me pain Somehow my hands found restraint Words and tears, not blood became the rain
The pain I've caused The innocence lost Both in me and around Seem an insult to the life I've found
I turned, a stain on my soul Became what I hated and grew so cold Let chemicals and pain be my fuel Used others' emotions as a tool
Abused spirits as mine had been done Viewed every person as a battle to be won Uncaring, unfeeling I lived my days Diving through lives as the villain, I played
Forgive and forget the person you knew Try to accept that THIS person is true With open heart lead me to unreachable heights With love restore my sight © 2010 Harry Mora |
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Added on May 16, 2010 Last Updated on May 18, 2010 AuthorHarry MoraEast Newark, NJAboutMy work began primarily as a way to exorcise my own inner demons, and give them a voice outside of my mind. I currently have a short stories in the anthologies MASTERS OF HORROR: DAMNED IF YOU DON'.. more..Writing
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