competition

I decided to enter a poetry competition; red house books, this is the poem I entered:

For every lie I tell her, for
each time I hurt her, I steal some
soft innocence from her open self. My
pride over pain, my hate over lust*,
each burning word tearing flesh in a
thirst for blood. Fresh tears mark a path down
the garden of her soul as she lifts weary eyes
to the stainless steel river of snow. Heartbreak
over laughter. Hatred over guilt. My name is everlasting,
My hope is for all. He lifts down his hand and
raises her; and at his blessed* feet I fall.


*trust/lust
*blessed is supposed to have an accent on the e :)



Icthus