Please save my wretched soul
Rid me of this disease
Take me to the bend of hope
Where I shall fall on my hands and knees
Cure me of my insolence
Cleanse me of my dreams
Take me from my safety
And place my heart where it redeems
Set my spirit free
Clear from all sin
Raid all evil from each pore
Just for me to go back in
------- Author's Notes -------
This is how I see myself in purification. Perhaps I was just meant to be as evil as what was meant of me. For nothing is more pure and cruel than a child...
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Terrie* (188.8.131.52) -- Monday, September 20 2004, 01:25 pm|
excellent choice of words...very Powerful read....
|Scorpio (184.108.40.206) -- Monday, September 20 2004, 08:29 pm|
Thanks for your comment, Terrie, I really needed some encouragement right now.
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