Another acrostic for our reading pleasure. Again, in latin, as usual.
Shriek and shrill within my heart,
Omnipresent is the dart of
Love, the one I cannot
Lure, nor can I seek it pure, for
I am boiling, toiling deep within, though
Caressing 'tis not, no, splintering!
I ask you not believe it is a boil
That shines a light out of my soil, but
Understand that closed within, I
Suffer xenophobic sin.
I drown so lonesome in my puddle,
Now that heart's a prickéd bubble,
That this mind is now so sore, my
Utmost will it drives no more.
So I think, but even mountains grow.
Please tell me what you think. Thank you!
