Poems by Sharon Dina Rose Regala

Poems by Sharon Dina Rose Regala

 

BURNT

Touch me not,
for
I am made 
of burning clay.

Dare me not,
I can scorch
like
a flame.

Play not this heart,
you may lose
at your own
game.

Wash not
your hands
from the puddle
of tears

tears
that you’ve caused,
now cascading
without fear.

Blame not
no one,
just swallow
your own pang.

Reflect
on thyself,
never throw mires
unto others.

Be not numb,
others
have suffered from
what you’ve done.

State not your lie…
and just bid me,
your final
goodbye.

 

***

Bitten
smitten
knees
have weakened,
in the name
of love,
thine shall be…
perpetually rotten.

Though…

your name
is
forbidden,
and
this heart
is sickened,
as
my love

sadly
was forgotten,
but
still, for love
thine
shall be…
for inifinity,
shackled in.

 

***

The divinity of light, passing
through
bouldered passages,
over and above
the loftiest fortess
far and beyond, encompassing
the invisible shadows of our past.
Warmth it brought forth sacredly, within
the frozen ground of woes
engulfing a mortal’s soul
with its luminiscent arms all aglow.
The bewitching hours of bliss, calm
the spirit’s battered creed.

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