As A Sinner

My love my dear,

how can I express

the level of my joy

here under duress?

Sad it is my theme

that permeates it

seems most times

a smile doesn’t fit.

The haunt the stir,

my soul calls a cry.

Though I try speak

lips now I can’t pry.

I shall now pursue

only but my word

but used in angst

mine feel absurd.

For me I’ll pass on

a fire sun lips enter

by a light of moon

to show me sinner.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Amazing. I really missed your writing Jared!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I’ve missed you too to be perfectly honest. Thank you.


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