A Prisoner's Lament
As i could be a dead song from the dark waters,
As i could be an element of a fraudulent dream,
As i could be a fault of nature,
Disowned by poetry and abandon by God's grace,
And priests and church cannot cleanse my soul from mortal sin,
and hell's brimfire.
As i could be the greatest mistakes you will make in your life,
A permament stain unwashable by soap and hard detergents
A doom curse in your subsequent andmiserable life,
As your father, mother, society and court had prejudged me like a felon without the benifit of a doubt,
Stop visiting me in my prison cell and forget about me.
Fault of nature can be amazingly perceived. You have very cleverly penned this poem...10
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Thank you again esteem poet for your gracious support, You most welcome and appreciated, again and again l am most grateful