Seeking Penance Poem by Bohemian Woman

Seeking Penance



I can taste them on my lips,
I can't shake them off my mind.
I tried to give my offering,
but it came with a price.

I'm sorry mother, you raised a failure.
For with your strengths, stayed father's jailors.
My mind became a battlefield,
their ties my nature.

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