Razors that makes one bleed
Can make one cum
Raveled edges that come undone
What does not save will damn indeed
How far must thee dig to reach the suffering of my needs
I pray for blaspheme to rend my soul asunder
This numbing agony this darkness that I am under
Less I be saved by the light I wish not to heed
Tethered to mortality these chains that rend
My flesh is ripped from end to end
In lust or religion were do I stop were do I begin
Do I pray for mercy or to be thrashed over and relentlessly over again
_________________ ~poetry is the lover ,mine artistic soul, and the keeper of my tormented mind.
Wed Jan 14, 2009 11:01 pm
DanceofSorrows
Joined: 29 Aug 2004
Posts: 2837
Nancy,
This is good, raw, powerful emotion. Maybe I understand it differently than what your intent of it is, but for me it claims understanding of deep internal conflicts between sexuality and religion and the real emotions in between.
I think the more I turn to rationale, I become cemented by it. Poetry is a godsend for me to break through that wall.
Dance~
Mon Jan 19, 2009 1:11 pm
Avant-garde
Joined: 20 Jul 2006
Posts: 2850
Location: NY
Dance,
You got it!! Not too many see some of my deep meanings. Must write deeper next time to keep you on your toes. As always thank you my sweet friend.
hugs, _________________ ~poetry is the lover ,mine artistic soul, and the keeper of my tormented mind.
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