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A Poem: Inflicted
Footsteps fleeing through the woods, a dark and tangled hole. Here,
vines have both eyes and thorns. They tell each other what i know,
whisper secrets that were mine and mine alone. They see through me:these branches, they know me or what it is I've done. So far from them, ..I run
Innocence no longer mine, I beg the bearer one last time and the darkness closes in, unkind. You are not welcome here!
The forest screams inside my ear, An angry slash across my back, a crimson streak of all my sin, a reminder of where I have been.
The land turns red where my blood drips it feeds on life fallen from within, I sink to my knees and I cry. The soil is gleeful in my demise Mother Earth, I feel so ashamed, I am broken and wrong,
and have been searching so long, so very long, to hear your sweet voice at dawn, But this midnight, it goes on then on.
Will I never again feel a day, the golden grace upon my face? The sun, her light, her beautiful rise, Are they now stricken forever from my unworthy eyes? in the wind, a silhouette of reply. "your forgiveness lies. but not wherein the hands of I"
