Sorrow
On bended knees I gave time my pledge
To bind you to the dust’s
Haziness behind the hedge of human crusts –
There can be no sparkling gems, where I fall –
Only tattered dress hems swinging
In a dark hall –
From the tops of desolate frames
Twisted with oppressed desire –
Caught between a cherished name
And the wounded liar –
If I cripple, bruise, molested the soul try to forgive –
I did not choose this noxious hour
Time made it live.
Shänne Sands, excerpt Shadows of Realities
Fragments of Desires published by FootSteps Press