confess it like sin
reveal the unholy within that struggles for answer
show us the questions that we may hurt and not become numb
confide in us that which we'll never understand
send us your pain that we may revel in it like a soothing bath
speak to us of passion that goes unquenched and never shall be
for that was not its intent
tell us of the fire that burns so we may warm by its glow
take care my heart of sorrow and be a specter of such beauty
in your torment so as to blind the minds of the envious
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 12, 2010
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Poetic Sojourn
Bravo poet! Really enjoyed reading this piece...and the pic helped to understand it better...pretty cool write.
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DeleteThank You for taking your time to read then write
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