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Marquis De Sade
A wounded heart
An offense of conscience
Inner struggles
Inspirations?
Or in desperation do I dip this pen
Deep within the ink wells
So dreadfully crimson
My declarations
Upon this soaked paper bled
The verses LOUDER and BOLDER do shout!
My injuries from a cruel world
That must be heard!
Every rhyme and every reason
Catapulting out, through my stinging words
My soul melts into ink of quill
Becoming one
A channeling vessel
As the broken heart
Spills and spills
This is my message of life
Of how I lived!
The tragedy and torture…
Continues written and left unabridged
At the end...an ironic twist
For now, my heart resides in others
And agony lives on
From where before, it could never have existed!
Copyright ©
Michael Smith
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