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Broken Blood's Hymn
by Amie GoldaThis secret I know burns me from within.
Oh! That sight mars me! My heart bears this stain.
It drowns me, drowns me deep, this haunting hymn.
Innocence can’t vindicate silent sins,
Hidden ‘neath the eaves of midnight’s black rain.
This secret I know burns me from within.
Lost in a glimpse, the bliss of not knowin’.
This burden I bear. Ignorance I feign
It drowns me, drowns me deep, this haunting hymn.
An oath born in blood binds my cry so thin.
Silent I stay lest to me fall the blame
This secret I know burns me from within.
Whilst this dark trespass remains clandestine,
The faultless one’s blood soon be prosaic slain.
It drowns me, drowns me deep, this haunting hymn.
Blood tints my mind—soul no longer virgin.
Truth’s butcher walks. In his threat I remain.
This secret I know burns me from within
It drowns me, drowns me deep this haunting hymn.
01/08/2009 Posted on 01/07/2010
Copyright © 2025 Amie Golda
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/07/10 at 08:19 PM Ah! This new piece is lovely...such a haunting lilt it has, and the subtle nuance and repetition lends itself well to the eeriness and sadness...beautiful. |
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