A Hundred Poems - Xxxii

Forgive me  my madness, eccentricities,         my faults my tenderness      that pain --> a thorn inside my brain and skin so human  that it hurts! My eyes of marble   so hardly knew softness; a sight        beyond light and that thumping pain           within the cargo vessel held; lifetimes of love and sorrow some of which my soul measured    life on hold;     to save this spot so much like Gold. :: eprobles ::