Excerpt – Poetry Epic – “No One Born so Evil” – 7/31/2020

I: "The Man of Realization"

He collects his tears,
Captures his fears
In the mirror where shows his trembling
Unable to cease
Of the crease
To his complexion,
In the design
To his kind.

He could not love
What is not to him
Belonging above
In the wilderness
Called paradise.

What a love
He denies to know.
What a sight
That has been believed
To be blight.

He rapes the sun,
While feeding the moon
His sorrows,
His loneliness,
His grief,
His streak
Of shame upon the road of imbalance.


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