In my soul
On my soul
I suffer this
Ill-disposed.
Pain radiated
In the whole of me
Unwanted
Unnecessary
But in there—
Not a scalpel
Nor a laser
Can destroy it.
No, indestructible.
Someone
Wretch my heart
Away and save
Me from reality.
Inside, a melody
A chorus floating
Indecisively—
Unpatterend.
Sing it
This composition
And set me free.
The angel wings
Beneath the
Casket door.
Pain in Innocence
29 November 2007
R.M. Sto. Domingo
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