Lauren Posted November 20, 2004 Report Share Posted November 20, 2004 my hands are folded to shield stigmata hallowed be thy boughs of folly hands folded shield stigmata hallowed be thy balls who beget me holy balls my hands are coiled to shield my mama and all the little mamas within me full fathom five the well runs deep my cards are folded Heavenly unfather deliver me, keep me free from hope Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
souldecay Posted November 20, 2004 Report Share Posted November 20, 2004 beautifuly dark writing at its best. i felt tht way before too. but please lorna get out frm there when u can. aint a nice place to be in, believe me. just trying to help. excellant poem though. love jason Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Katherine Posted November 21, 2004 Report Share Posted November 21, 2004 very moved by your poem, Lorna. What is the hope that you fear? lorna Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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