Jon ProskeyVigil

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Wounded - Poem by Jon ProskeyVigil

Every time my heart is pierced

My soul cries out,

Long unforgotten hurts resurface,

Hot sad tears from my heart flow

Through the pen I wield into words I doubt,

Strong hurting strokes dealt with purpose,

There is no other way for it to show,

There are no secrets between us,

Nothing else for you to know.

Every time my heart is struck,

Endless surges of emotion burst forthright,

Forming a frothing river of confusion,

Sweeping all rationality aside,

Consuming my mind without respite,

Sucking me down in a state of exclusion,

Tossed back, slipping below the tide

Only to realize the entire profusion,

Shackled by forgotten laws I must abide.

Every time my heart is reminded,

I try to forget

Curses from long past,

From times of sorrow, and

Times of darkness begotten,

That long shadows cast

Upon my soul, the prod and stand

Others may look aghast

At what they now grasp within their hand,

At me the dying fluttering sparrow.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 29, 2013



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