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I FEAR REMORSE
I FEAR REMORSE
I have a heart that can't behold a ram,
so proud of its long horns, the strength it has,
thrown on the ground giving some hopeless kicks,
slain by the hands that love the bloody mud.
May God protect me from those kinds of deeds
whose impact will assault my thoughtful mind.
They will invade my dreams and tranquil sleep
and give me sleepless nights full of regret.
My heart is not begotten to cause pain
or make a creature weep his broken heart.
I do my best to plant a smile around
to please my heart and rid me of remorse.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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I have a heart that can't behold a ram,
so proud of its long horns, the strength it has,
thrown on the ground giving some hopeless kicks,
slain by the hands that love the bloody mud.
May God protect me from those kinds of deeds
whose impact will assault my thoughtful mind.
They will invade my dreams and tranquil sleep
and give me sleepless nights full of regret.
My heart is not begotten to cause pain
or make a creature weep his broken heart.
I do my best to plant a smile around
to please my heart and rid me of remorse.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
____________________________________
Published 20th Mar 2020
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Did you know
my heart
(a thing that god begat)
has blinkered eyes?
It’s not a lie.
But I’ll admit
that saying so (especially about a ram)
is passing strange.
Am I deranged or even damned?
Perhaps.
But let me see
how often I
(and artlessly?)
can speak of “heart”
within some verse
in which I claim
nonsensically
I’m trying to avoid
remorse
for things for which
I can’t be blamed.
So even I
have cause to ask
"oh what's the point
I'm aiming at?".
my heart
(a thing that god begat)
has blinkered eyes?
It’s not a lie.
But I’ll admit
that saying so (especially about a ram)
is passing strange.
Am I deranged or even damned?
Perhaps.
But let me see
how often I
(and artlessly?)
can speak of “heart”
within some verse
in which I claim
nonsensically
I’m trying to avoid
remorse
for things for which
I can’t be blamed.
So even I
have cause to ask
"oh what's the point
I'm aiming at?".
20th Mar 2020 2:26pm
