Tears...
my liquid sorrow,
for all that I cannot be,
to all I wish I could.
Never my intent to hurt,
looking down at my stained hands,
never my intent,
still it happens,
a sacrifice that could have been saved...
had I never answered the call.
I spend my life,
walking hallowed ground
searching,
hands wrenching,
my liquid sorrow
drenching the ground
I haunt.
I extend my hands
in the greatest of cause
heart in the right place,
selfish needs,
disguised by selfless deeds...
I am so blind to what I really am...
I go under again.
Never my intent
my hands will never be clean,
my sins will forever
bear the shame
and I will ever be the same.
Erigeneia © May 2008
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"selfish needs,
disguised by selfless deeds..."
I guess sometimes that is inevitable. Human nature, but not entirely selfish.
I feel as though no amount of showering can wash away the failure of a lifetime, the heartbreaks, the pang in general despite wearing my heart on my sleeve.
So put on some gloves, work in the garden... put on a mask and have a masquerade because life goes on, and if you can't beat 'em... join 'em
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Ah, there you are, love to hear from you. Puttin on my gloves right now, thanks for your always welcome reply.
How are you?
~E.
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Wow I loved this... my favourite lines were. "For all that I cannot be, to all I wish I could. I walk that same hallowed ground. I am there. I understand.
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Thank you so much for your kind comment.
~E.
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