breaking point of the man <br />kept in his emotions <br />is crossing sometimes pain of the memory <br />tormented with constant taunt <br /> <br />a bad heart is harassing the anarchy <br />of the recognised virtue <br />with the falsehood and the hypocrisy in the <br /> <br />bright colour of blood <br />is dipping the cleanness in order to wash one's <br /> <br />hands in the stream <br />of dirty curses of convicts <br /> <br />whom he is tying the loop <br />of vile words on the neck <br />and tomorrow he will fall down on knees <br />donning penitential robes <br /> <br />at least walked away with think <br />and he confirmed with vile act <br />he will be hitting with the head <br />against the cold floor <br />before the cross of God calling <br /> <br />forgive me I didn't want <br />it is he I innocent - it is he <br />at least first I raised the hand <br />the stone was sharp and heavy <br />but it is he, I flawless so <br />forgive me and You throw <br />let it vanish. <br /> <br />you are who you are... flawless... <br />throw first with stone <br />you will be absolved... (?)<br /><br />Maria Barbara Korynt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flawless-6/
