Tension
The tension builds,
Like promises unfulfilled.
The hate epochs,
Like a bottle of strong whiskey.
In body, and in soul,
Do these foul things dwell?
I sense they do,
In this Unfathomable well of a body
In which the poignant pipers,
Tune echoes’ out of.
A pasture of unadorned love,
Swirls around me,
But I do not know how to take hold of it.
With these,
Course hands of mine and with these untaught lips of mine.
Why
O heart of mine,
Why do I forsake you,
And why do you soil me with tension, odium, and with this envy for love.
Why
O heart of mine, why do I need you.
Why do I want to die, when life is just around the corner?
Why do I want to live, when death is just a kiss away?
O why, o heart of mine,
Am I in a state of tension?
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