Mortification Of The Flesh Poem by Sheena Blackhall
Mortification Of The Flesh
For I have mortified the flesh
When anguish is too much to bear
Ah then, to be a grounded clod
Unthinking, part of everywhere
Trees yield their leaves unto corruption
Uncomplaining, from life's wheel
A sparrow joins itself to dust
It is man's curse to know and feel
Sunday, December 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: pain
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