Dying Is No Easy Task
Date: Sunday, 1st March 2015 @ 09:44:28 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: invierno
I stood beneath the waterfall I swore had
cleansed me hundreds of times before;
from that first touch outside the table of order
dictated to hygienic discharge-
nothing more.
My soul, surely Hell yawns for her wish- it-
my mind, no walls to hide my yearning for her
bliss.
Sister Mary, Sister Clarey, does it vary/
Knowing sin so intimately as I do?
Dying is no easy task, even when one doesn't object.
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