The Swinger

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's poetry; eat it.

Submitted: January 10, 2012

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Save me from my enemies,

Love me when I break,

Take my fear and loneliness

And hold me while I shake;

 

Hate me for my weakness,

Flay me alive in my skin,

But be there to pick up the pieces

And let me heal back up again;

 

I am so ugly and so flawed,

But so are you, my pretty god.

 

Carry me to the river,

Let me fall beneath the flow,

So I can rise again from the clay

To dance in your roadside show;

 

Hang me from your Judas tree

So I can drift among the blossoms,

Let my fingers go cold and black

Among your deep pink microcosms;

 

I am so rotten and so flawed,

But not so much as you, my god.

 

Forge me into the instrument

To work your well-oiled machine,

And I will work it without complaint

As it was dictated to me in my genes;

 

I have a number on my head,

And my soul is full of lead;

I love my loving god so much

That I wish that I was dead.


© Copyright 2017 Thomas Black. All rights reserved.

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