By brian francis
There in the distant hidden corners of your soul
Where resides the demons within; howling
Anger rages against strong forged restraints
And beckons release in repentant tones, insincere
That is the place of denial, the great turning away
The hidden place where we bind our contempt
Among the broken scarred remnants of faith
While the beast blasphemes against creation’s reign
The echoes of the past days of content and succor
Days of becoming before the souring festered
Offer only shame and self-loathing to tomorrow
Your discontent nailed to your soul’s windows
Copyright © 2020 brian francis
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