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 ::
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