Devotion, release me from your grasp;
it's my time for the greener grass.
I've loyally attended daily mass
solely to cut my lips on the communion glass.
Benevolence, acquit your hold,
allow my heart to grow cold
and chill my tired soul
though they shine in selfless gold.
Empathy, tear your tears from my eyes.
I have nothing left to baptize,
revive the animus as it dies
dedicating final essence to light.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PuisiPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
