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Read Poems by Tanya Bunge

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Relapse Regrets

Disappointment coats my dreams, 
like blight destroys a bloom.
Good intentions grow obscene
do push me to my doom.

Everyone has demons,
some shackled, some are caged;
but I've been cursed with free ones 
that would burn me with their rage.

The demon canc'rous grown in me
digs deep his torturous claws -
so the only way I can break free 
is to pass through Death's dark doors.
Yet Life I crave, and Love's pure light -
my soul's desire: free.
Sad battered, bruised but still I fight 
with all I have in me.

And though my soul's disfigured
and weighed down with ugly sin;
Jesus made a blind man see -
and Faith will help me win.

Copyright © Tanya Bunge | Year Posted 2014

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  1. Date: 1/19/2016 9:17:00 PM

    TANYA, I really enjoyed this poem thanks for sharing **SKAT**

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