‘Blind.’
Motion of mind played night and day,
echoed reason
the calamity of desperados
tricked in on the ill wind
hallowed be thy prayer,
devoured in the instant
divine rights etched linen.
My lord and master chained to the thigh
lapped at innocence,
sin wrought with pleasure
each word hung with every groan
misplaced
tortured be thy prayer,
unheard yet ridiculed
each thought swept in a flood of babble.
Truth taken,
twisted like the apple tree,
forbidden speech and
written words wane
within time
blood on every hand held
each corner turned
blind.
© 2007 Michaela James.
A journey into the depths of my heart, mind and soul. "From my heart a single tear hangs low..." {Pink Raven}
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