Purge!
Purge!
Purge!
My wretched pen chokes on words I can not perform.
Myself, my guilt, my passions, my only audience…
my mind, this white glaring page, my amphitheater,
where doubts and avoided confessions
echo ceaselessly and mercilessly
off defensive canyon walls that conspire against me.
Purge the thoughts
Perish the deed!
The power of “The Word”, words
shadow ghouls of the Eighth Circle
leave me tattered and shamed by my passive inactivity
and heartened by my silence.
Purge
Purge
Purge
Purge
My wretched pen chokes on the words
I can not perform in your presence…
Myself, my guilt, my passions
my only audience…
my mind and this white glaring page
my amphitheater.
Where doubts and avoided confessions
echo ceaselessly and mercilessly
off defensive canyon walls that conspire against me.
The power of “The Word”, words
tare at me like shadow ghouls from lovers’ Hell…
both
leaving me tattered and shamed by my passive inactivity
and heartened by my silence.
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