Vintage Sparrow Poet Rhyme

Corrupted Soul

My force was never destined to wound thy withered soul.
My tenacity was to mend thy aching from days of old.
I can not fight the motives, why i have drawn blood.
Cupping thine haunting tears as they emerge like a flood.

Thy appreciations searching mine for answers never to be found.
By sorrow, by dread my beloved i am bound.
Distraught with my essence, on me lay thy blame.
Lingering like incense in the air your gasping under strain.

A soul without conscience is how thee beholds me.
Stone cold, vivaciously untouched without a key.
Corrupted by the veins of agony, at the root of my being.
Thy shall never touch the tender heart, blind folded i shall keep thee from seeing.

Forlorn am i by the path i have lead thy heart.
Condemning my soul to torment for my poorly portrayed part.
Do not forget thy brilliance on account of my mistake
Withering into my devastation so that thee may elude thy wake.

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Dorian Petersen Potter March 16, 2015 at 5:59 PM Wow very powerful pen Vintage Sparrow! Your piece is well written, dark and deep, dear friend. Very nice imagery! I really enjoyed reading your very neat provoking poetic piece! A 7 from me! Wishing you a very lovely day! In his light! God bless you! :) D."

Cynthia Ferguson March 10, 2015 at 6:25 AM I can feel a lot of anger in there, and a real beautiful way to release it, Vintage Sparrow March 16, 2015 at 11:55 AM There was allot of anger from the side that was hurt. I feel that after the release it became understood and anger then turned to acceptance :-) Thank you for the compliment