"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Soul Stained

My soul stained ebony
I haven’t the means to clean it
A reminder of my sins
This fingerprint of my past
Presses upon my spirit
My heart wanting
To confess but my mind
Screams you can’t face
The consequences




©Susie Clevenger 2010

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