BH (07-30-81 / Buffalo, New York)

Please Don'T Cut Yourself...

I know you cut yourself.
And deep inside my heart
Cries out for you.
I feel your pain
Your deep despair.

That short futile relief
Self mutilation brings,
Your tortured soul,
Oh! wasted blood,
Ungodly act,
This wrong belief.

Spirits that want to snare
and rip not only flesh
but soul instead.
Sinful lust for human blood.
They crave your death.

I pray at night His guiding light
will clear your mind, your way,
Heal your heart,
And free your soul from
such a wicked snare, at last.

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Comments (1)

Whenever I read one of your poems, I hear you reading it lol; ah, good times in public speaking! Simple, but effective...solid ending. You never know what tomorrow will bring! -Michael