Open Poetry #39 |
Understanding Sacrafice |
themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
‘T was only acceptance of sacrificial bleeding, To come and to die without holding the dagger. Yet all of the nights spent decadent still, My heart was felt ill; my mind was felt bitten; Yet now I know different, now I feel calm. This beautiful scar that tells me my story, I live and do cry as only so boring. But oh dear lord, I understand your wisdom. Come hither; let me read your scars. I am the two-toed wanderer |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
I've read this several times, each time feeling this to be a very deep and spiritual poem. I found it very moving. miscellanea |
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