Haunted Lullaby
Pain must be felt in order to feel.
I tighten my tourniquet and make my appeal.
I have been looking for an original sin,
knowing evil and grace are next of kin.
Hate and compassion are separated by a thin veil.
Ego takes over my padded cell.
I cradle my thoughts and begin to weep,
haunting lullabies consume my sleep.
Copyright © Rebecca Ann | Year Posted 2019
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