Heathen SundayA Poem by Ross Emerson Realino
Freedom smells like my mother's laundry
And I could wish for you to dream the same Caged in your faith for decades of shame I've had enough for I've been there You can curse me in vain For leaving you insane Is that your moral and pious piety? From scriptures of tales and sympathy? Faith is superficial, evidence is truth Uninvited in heaven is never my loss I may lose my friends down to the root And I'm enough carrying that cross © 2016 Ross Emerson RealinoAuthor's Note
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Added on October 31, 2016 Last Updated on October 31, 2016 Author
Ross Emerson RealinoLas Pinas City, Metro Manila, PhilippinesAboutI used to try writing songs before but I can't make one, so I tried to find something where I can put my early works of lyrics. Until they were turned into poems. I started poetry when I was 16 years .. more..Writing |
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