poet divine come and whisper to me
the words that were meant to free,
this tortured soul from chains that bound,
its hollow heart left forgotten.
let the words you conjure speak the truth,
let their magic work, make them true,
these chains that bound and chafe
scarred surface, heal them now.
poet lay your words against this skin,
let them penetrate deep within,
cure the poison left by honeyed tongue,
that is slowly killing this soul of mine.
poet come for i am waiting,
hear my plight, give me your mercy,
unravel these chains that tighten,
drawing blood, draining life,
say the words and seal them in a kiss,
return to me my lost heart and soul.

-eamarifosque 082913-

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