Come to me
My soul
Come to me
My life
Come to a broken dream
Mine couldn’t be his
After many years
Mold the unforgiveable pain
On the same fields
Hope and hymn
I picked the same venom
Spleen was hereafter
Never over me
Human resentment is not more than air
Can’t breathe without it
Can’t survive with it
Too thorny for a plain heart
Pikes of journey
Affliction was made
Submission was sent
Fate is welcoming a soul
Promising a real way to be a human.
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Love the opening and closing of this poem, gives much hope for a promising good future.