SacramentA Poem by AKhaus
Notions and prayers they do me no good.
I straddle two worlds and I am coming undone. Pardon my latency, pardon my quivering speech - for I am so horrified by this unraveling that splits me between. Blood or soul which will be paid? A hollow vision and an invisible stain. Contempt of loving and spite for the unsaid, I will wait another moment but soon I’ll be dead. © 2017 AKhaus |
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