MFA

Once fooled, now former martyr.

It only takes a needle and a pray.

Grew in mistake and being tame.

But why isn't it like a play?

Me is the only one to blame.

Tearing skin with indifference

Meekly was I in delay and solitude,

They bit my heels then because of the magnitude

for many years I haven't been able to stand up

that my existence meant absence.

So if one day I grow sick, rotten,

full of despair, angry, impotent as a trojan?

What if I'm honest of wanting to get thriven?

How would it be to resemble the sun?

My Lord I pray you take my pain into your arms,

In exchange for this desire I give you loyalty vow

of becoming Bodhisattva as will say the alarms,

Heal these harms and I'll be your Hausfrau.

Oh but without my lighthouse, my Eden,

you tell me, how could I?

Self strength  is not enough for the burden,

Once in a while for be able to smile,

My garden, my bastion, my moon, my bun.

Let me have the sweet verbs plural conjugation,

Over my dark stars I swear,

Allow me this long-longed satisfaction,

Give me my former martyr fair affair.

Moving further away,

But please moving on rather than running away.

Kind of way.

Author's Note

Harms was written like that on purpose, as a countable substantive.
Welp.

Reviews

[A. G. Camden]

I wonder what the title stands for. Nevertheless, it is an interesting experience, you make the reader go under the same path. I enjoyed the rhyme scheme, is not that constricted and allows the poem to breathe.