My Life In Word

MISTRESS

In the days of my dark persecution
My mind was so corrupt with pollution
That I'd stand in front of the mirror
In an attempt to see much clearer
The soul within my  eyes
But all I could read was the Devil's lies
To this state within I had become prisoner
Every thought that I thought: deviant and sinister
I became lost to self in this dreich season
And madness became mistress of my reason

Simona A. Brinson

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