domingo, 23 de julho de 2017

The journal

I miss the honesty
of digging deep into the pain
now matter how cold the rain
undressing it without modesty.

In the path to truth and balance
greeting virtue and flaw
with teeth and claw
at any given chance...

In hopes for new wisdom
that might make me better
once I am written and seen

for I deserve something greater
than the taste of my own venom -
a soul redeemed and clean.

16/05/2017

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