Open Poetry #8 |
Empathy for dawn |
Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
Quiet0, Hush your minds for a thought The first herald of trumpets call. To this devine moment I seem to have been arranged As the jester of court, the fool today. Come quick, you motley cast Take aim at my heart Please yourselves in my past. I, having been banished Raped, soiled and most degraded Will endure your harshness closed mouth. Look close and see true This vision, dressed black with green eyes Shocked white hair, that gives me life. Oh angels of the last, Do not act vengence for my heart And break my mind, quiver to you. Place hands upon my breast Take the spirit that lives Leave me naked on Gods word. |
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