The Name

Image credit: Antonio Guillem

Image credit: Antonio Guillem

Here I make prayers to broken stones
Where weeds are overgrowth, and old
Where footsteps have so seldom known
How blood is thick and ground is cold

A penitent pathetic at your feet
I have burnt out my very soul
There is no more, I am complete
A devastated, fragmented whole

Where old men weep I lay my head
Recalling touch both cold and plain
With death I make unquiet bed
Unholy, lost I must remain

And were it right I’d try instead
To make such wicked take the blame
But I am lost, and so instead
I take the vow, accept the name

(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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2 Responses to The Name

  1. landl30 says:

    a well worn path…

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