The arrows of your words pierced through my heart And did not stop until they reached the soul. Embedded there the poison ripped me apart, No longer could I feel that I was whole But torn and shattered, a fragment man who bled For beauty lost and truth become a lie. Then all the body's energies seemed dead. Will healing come or must we always die And thwarted find no solace from above Like wounded spirits who walk the world in pain. I do not know but once an hour of love Brought hope that love divine might rule again.
Poems Undated (1727)
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