Here By Roads Of Bliss Poem by John Sensele

Here by roads of wrath I tremble
When a whip lashes my backside, sears my flesh
Weals steal freshness from pains that resemble
Pin pickles and pricks that mesh.

Here by roads of heartbreaks I weep
Seas of tears, rivers of sorrow
That bites and cuts so deep
I cry no more for tomorrow.

Here by roads of bliss
I kiss my belle
Crash her against my chest and miss
A lecture, I love my jewel.

Here by roads of malice, I cringe
When my throat tightens
As memories take me to the fringe
Of insanity, counting creepy cuts in tens.