Unbearable cares held back...
face turning emerald with despair
by lost, withered dreams...
by his lost childhood
He was a harlot's boy-
now a man...
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 excesses of his life
trying to manage the consequences
come rain or shine
When he was a child
no one came to wipe his tears away
No one was there to heal his open wounds
All those who chose to trespass
against his heart and soul-
dance untamable in his mind
with his life...
slowly bleeding away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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