Burdensome transgression,
How do you cling upon my soul?
Secret entity within who was born of my discretion.
How might I rid myself of your cumbersome
wrath?
The wicked snarl of hate and rage,
Stands in the way of my love.
Once I stood benevolent,
With love and forgiveness at the forefront
Of my heart.
Until a shattered glass,
Once half-full, now half-empty,
Was dropped before me.
My heart now trembles lovelessly,
Because of the burdensome
Transgression.
Not my own.
Now love rests upon my conscious,
like a blizzard to a porcupine.
The yearn never again-
to be satiated.
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Birds in Glass Castles
PoetryMy collection of poems through the last few years in some of their rawest forms; more steppingstones of my journey as a writer.
