The Disowned Face
On a secret journey she has long been
walking in the dark alley of her lonely life
losing the fragile sanctity to the flood of strife
drowns deep within the sucking cesspool of sin.
In the desolate depth of the darkest night
she searches for the sinking soul in torment
finds it sliced in the debris of shame to repent
pines to be free from the bonds of despised plight.
In surging storm blowing with pent up remorse
the strands of her mind swirl like the hair blown
hiding with her sordid hands the face she disowns
prays to God to show her drifted life’s virtuous course.
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August 9, 2020
For Brian Strand's Contest A Brian Strand July 16
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