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sorrow ***** PRISONER OF THE FLESH
I am the prisoner of my flesh which I have thoughtlessly
Inherited from the genes of nowhere
I am convicted of a mysterious crime
Nobody wants
I am the prisoner of weaknesses
Shackles my limbs, shrinks my nerves
Shrouds my mind to act perfectly in
The world of mistakes
Flesh is the jail where I am imprisoned
Wicked strengths are the metal chains fettered me
Eyes of the folks are the guards of my faults
Their tounges are like guns
Firing my head un-blood
Justice? I pervert not justice
Divine Judge
Justice is within me
I have no suspicious offender but my flesh
I beg one Divine Judge
A day of chance to pardon my life-long sentence
I confess
I am waiting now for that miracle
Please hearken my plea!
poem
by
Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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