Penance Poem by Christina Simmons

Being torn to pieces - ripped apart by savage dogs becoming scarps of metal
Day and night not an ounce of peace: pray to God but he doesn't hear
Deaf to my plead: they're at my flesh chewing away at my psyche without
A care to how I have become; pain I feel deep down in my depth way inside
Eating at my stomach howling and yelling but shown no mercy

No release from the hold so tight, though their grasp is suffocating like sadists
They save and salvage my remains: bullshit!
Will not let go; scream and struggle for freedom alas! It's in vain, no use
These scavengers will not let go: serve up my remains for desire: kick and wriggle to break free but Still they come
Catch up with me - their grip is even more fierce than before: squeezing surrender out of me
Utter despair begging foe senescence from self-imprisonment
Which confines me cause hell has no fury than the anger of these hounds





































1/5/16
Sylvestina Simmons