Allure of My Pastel Times-
In the allure of the pastel times
Posting patterns of medieval times
As sins lacerations cut and divide
My solid spirit my soul bleeds
I am bludgeoned by myself
My body runs and takes heed
I hide and while hitting I hold my breath
I decide not to take this moral test
Instead I am a witness of my mess
I confess my distress now I'm blessed
Amidst the allure of my pastel times
7/31/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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