From Ruin to Cobblestone

In blinding vision of clearest rendition,

the fleeting presence of sanity I feed,

in soliloquy, is the weariness I’ve grown, 

following the patriarch from ruin to cobblestone.

Paradise I now realize is arduous, it's fruitless and lackluster

When lust gives way to torture, her disinterest is the whip, 

And my self-inflicted, humiliated, makes me the sadomasochist

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A very interesting poem. Thank you for sharing...:).....