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Sacrifice
Palms forward, hands at my side,
Got nothing left to hide.
One step forward, abandoned pride
Yields all soul's been denied.
The devil plain, before me now,
'Can't find the words to speak.
I knew her when, swear not to bow,
Yet feel my knees grow weak.
I never thought, problem at hand,
Now it's too late to think.
The sacrifice not of demand...
Compulsion via link.
Soul embedded and compromised,
Free will a memory.
There is no light, nor love comprised
Will sate her misery.
The knees scrape ground, the face follows.
Harmonious discord.
That voice, so damn hard to swallow,
Alas, my just reward.
Cringed eyes, never opened again,
See this my greatest feat.
Played a game I could never win,
Now die, her piece of meat.
1/13/2016
Published 8th Apr 2016
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8th Apr 2016 5:31pm
While the piece is sadly somber, it's so nice to see you back, Michael.
Palms forward, hands at my side,
Got nothing left to hide.
One step forward, abandoned pride
My first thought was trusting in Love to lead us where we belong.
It's not all beds or roses or sweet cotton candy. It's also bitter
herbs that we must swallow to cleanse us. And that can,
my friend, feel like dying. Of course it is making room for new.
Palms forward, hands at my side,
Got nothing left to hide.
One step forward, abandoned pride
My first thought was trusting in Love to lead us where we belong.
It's not all beds or roses or sweet cotton candy. It's also bitter
herbs that we must swallow to cleanse us. And that can,
my friend, feel like dying. Of course it is making room for new.
10th Apr 2016 7:38pm
Thank you for the welcome back, Ahavati. Indeed, every step through life is one we can learn from. I appreciate your always enlightening view.
Michael
Michael
