No Marks

Mine is the soul that shows no marks
Of human habitation;
Mine is the kingdom of regret,
The realm of desolation

Once on the corner of desire,
Life was blurred and speeding;
Now I’ve a heart that bears no marks,
But cannot rest

For bleeding

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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