Walk with me upon these prickly stones
my dying soul seek to be atone
I roam the deserts, for I am disown
do not ask me where I’m going, destiny unknown
long time ago my soul overthrown,
found guilty before I was born.
A walking corpse, love did not find me worthy of its affection,
with all its power and might , I was sentence to a life of pain
©2022 Micheline Jean Louis
I followed after an illusion and found myself in a deluded place. I devoted myself as a bride to a groom that did not exist. I followed a land that had not been sown. Appalled and utterly daze there was no glory to be found. Foolishly like water I poured myself into a broken cistern, which did not have the ability to hold me, releasing my passion out of season, disturb the atmosphere, for there were none to Restraint. “Oh my dearest heed to Wisdom, hearken to my voice, Seeking love recklessly will only lead you to a place where there’s no heartbeat.
©2014 Micheline Jean Louis All Rights Reserved
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