The Rebuking Soul

Only God can save my cyclical stumbles

Under the weight of my thick will I crumble

Mistakes. Why must you qualify my every day?

Give me leave. Don’t you tire of my company?

Devil whispers: “You are a failure.” God

Whispers, “You are human.”
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I pity and play at piety

“You were at it again,” says Mr. Iskandari
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“You hoped in yourself and lost hope in yourself.

Have hope in Someone Else.”

I read all the raptured words of saints

And summarized the sober soliloquies of sages

But you, there!​
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Tie me to the mast! For if I hear the siren,

I will run to her.

I will gnaw at the ropes

And beg you release me for they tear at my skin.
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I will cry tears of pain

Tears turn inward for I am at it again
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My flailing is at the sorrow of failing

You must take my abuse to disabuse me of myself
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Pierce this ship!

It is the only way to save it from the tyrant.

Pierced but not plummeted

It will be mended later

Soldered with gold

Along the path of its wounds