His Due? Poem by tess fielders

His Due?



HIS DUE?

Want fills the being
until nothing else matters
‘xcept for pious moments
of remembering

In guilty seconds raised
in face of pain caused
only to be stifled
on enjoying

Sensation craved pointedly
excluding filial reality
deafening all indicators
on assaulting

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