Stricken
My eyes wander across the lush and subtle valleys that embrace the creases in her smiling eyes.
Illuminated with a connecting glance,
fires of eternal genetics can not easily be subdued by reason...nor put a far by persecution.
The nervous tension could not possibly be a figment of my own anxiety.
Based off of thoughts about failure from inherit design,
I have broken too many promises already.
The folding pedals of silk embraces have withered in my attention,
My care and desire to place delicate offerings of faith,
replaced by a greed and desire for self gratification.
I have been stricken
Stricken down by the idea of who I am,
And the promises I can keep.
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