I bound to thee my sweet
Lest you forgot thee lie, slave to perspective
Direct clue to boundless youth
Immortality to faith, forgiveness in weakness
Triumph not soul, ethereal is my crown
I am soul to cry, live to die in vain
Not my strength I seek, stab is painful after
Driven by poisonous soul, I demised my luck
Forever in debt to longing, request granted in deciet
How evil is thine heart?
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Author:
Ri (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Individual complexity cannot agree sometimes no matter how we try to blend, suppressed or forget, we choose to let some to light yet others we keep hidden in fear, shame or in hatred and many more the reasons....your choice.
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