Monday, January 25

Diseased


Impassiveness is not in my nature,
Yet it captures even ardent souls
Wounded from love.
Can the sceptic be ridden
And faith restored?
Questions that pick at the humble heart,
Until it bleeds,
And suffocates from within
Till at last, all is curdled
And diseased.
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