In attempting to avoid
ripping flesh from bone,
from giving in to the animal
in man and not the soul,
I oscillate between
forgiveness and condemnation.
Like a traffic light, in
an ever predictable instant
I change my mind…
In attempting to avoid
ripping flesh from bone,
from giving in to the animal
in man and not the soul,
I oscillate between
forgiveness and condemnation.
Like a traffic light, in
an ever predictable instant
I change my mind…
