By: Dalyn K. Roney
Here I am,
A Bleeding Heart.
What do you want from me, blood?
...
And many fall
By moonlight fire
To waning doubt
And stark desire.
Eyes which gaze
To ceiling went
Wide with horror
And wonderment
Focus not
For fear or threat,
But stand to naught
In temperament.
And in the dark
With sin desire
Quench the thirst
For inner fire.
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