Sunday, October 30, 2011

10-24 Poem

We do this dance
Of sorrows said
Well sorrows said
No more

I dare not do
This dance today
I Life’s acquisitor

You reach out for me
For comforts said
Here none you shall find

Let me be, leave me now
Thy sorrows
My no
Never mind

I cannot fix,
What wills to be broke
Nor this burden
I chose to bear

Thy choices are
Thy own to make
I waste not
Another prayer

What comes of it
A reality
Won’t make this one
Any worse

A woman alone
Enlightened now
Shadow to a curse

I dance no more
The “Devils Duel”
He has his hold on you

Free will
The promised
A sacred fight
Souls lost, I bid adieu   

10/24/11


 










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