Open Wounds - A Harlot's Child

Secret unbearable cares held back

His face lined with despair and withered dreams

He was a harlot's child...

lost in the wilderness

haunted by his deceit of things that cannot be undone

 

A  sin eater swallowing old mistakes

tapping against time

acknowledging his poverty of heart and soul

 

A lost man...

Trapped in the painful excesses of his past

trying to manage the consequences

come rain or shine

 

 

When he was a child -

 no one came to brush his tears away

or heal his open wounds

All those who chose to trespass against his heart - his soul

still dance untameable in his mind

his life slowly bleeding away

with the open wounds of a harlot's child

 

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anne p murray

 

 

Reviews

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

Thank you Sami. As always I certainly appreciate your reviews...

Anne

[Sami Khalil]

Very sad poem. It shows that you have a great compassion for the human condition. I like the lines:
A lost man
trapped in the
painful excesses
of his past.