Slave to my Passions

I am a conduit,
through me runs pain, yearning, love, and passion.
Passion that wavers from anger to flesh,
surging into my fingertips,
and bleeding... through the pen
splotches on paper that appear black or blue,
like the bruises I've survived
with every failed challenge, new.
Red for the crimson that flows through these veins,
spilling through my heart
as it beats, covered in one's own chains.
the rhythm of my words,
matches rhythm from beating, cleverly transferred
to page.
These are God's gifts,
emotions like colors, that fray,
and mold back again,
to feel another day.
I am but a slave to my passion,
shared with you, this day.

Reviews

[Babe Roxx]

'I am a conduit'...So True...we're are just observers watching...'spilling through my heart, as it beats, covered in one's own chain' Gosh, lovely...I dunno why the movie 9 1/2 week came to mind lol...Slave to Love...I had the ice cube scene in mind. I love how you emote in each line, Aramey. Wonderful.

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Beautiful:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) I loved it:)