I know for certain
i shall not resurrect
if i am crucified today.
the nails shall not
let me bleed.
the blood in me is frozen,
like the cross,
with the passing of
so many odd years.
and what there is left
i shall need,
to sacrifice
at the altars
of your making.
Labels: poetry
1 Comments:
Hi Ratna,
Good poem. Has thought attached to words. I like it that way.
Keep writing and keep smiling :)
John
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