Rebecca Ann Poet Rhyme

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.

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Andrew Fairchild January 8, 2019 at 1:11 AM soooo POWERFUL! The environment just grows around the poem, from invisible, to apparent. Very Well Done! Rebecca Ann January 9, 2019 at 5:42 PM Thank you!

John Gondolf January 4, 2019 at 9:42 AM I can feel the emotions of hurt and loneliness, Rebecca, nicely written. John Rebecca Ann January 9, 2019 at 5:42 PM Thanks John!