miercuri, 28 septembrie 2011

Cancer bite

my lonely morning hours
are being engulfed by a sea
of wicked dreams-
religion teaches me nothing;
in French,everything sounds
so weak...

an artificial cocoon blesses me
with its mahogany touch-
I surrender,I am adrift;
the Earth has most definitely swallowed
doubt's seed!

now,witches unravel not sins,
but loyalty-
that's why I sing my 
eerie lungs out into
the unseen!

forgive me,Father,
for I believe.

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