Flesh of Mine

February 6, 2016

Underneath my brown skin,

a soul beaching deep within;

this flesh of mine craves sin,

along the path of my ribcage, my story begins.

Flesh of mine, junk to the eye.

God in my heart until I die.

Sorrow flowing through my veins,

the torn flesh feels no pain.

Tears of joy I cry,

in the nick of time, I say my goodbyes,

the spirit of mine pumps rhythm and vibes.

Flesh of mine,

Junk of thy.

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just another casualtySep 16, 2018

<p>there's so much beautiful, undiscovered poetry here, and you're no exception :) keep writing!</p>