Forbidden Fruit – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

By birth, we are guilty
The first breath begins the march to the infinite eternal domain
We are the forbidden fruit in the castle of the high ruler
A hierarchy of greed and power; lust and torture
A rite of the original sin
Powerless to the whips and chains that bind and inflict pain

Delve deeper with each passing day
More knowledge, more scars
Crippled by time
Walk a little slower; pierce the skin to stop the process
Cut out the sin running through the veins
Vanity fading

Freedom
A humorous passage
Flawed by the caustic flames of words
Betrayed by the empty wallet
Left to rot on the city streets

Forbidden fruit we are
Worms biting through the pores
Rotten to the core
f1821f1c3110223f854cfedaf678f283This heart will not plant another tree
A beating seed without renewal for the first spring wind

Going on living within
Going on living within

Heated, cooled, rested for another night
Hibernate, rejoice, pray to end another fight
I don’t know, what I seek, is this real or is it right
For now, I’ll close my eyes and cleanse it all without my sight

I wish it were all a dream
This beautiful world just wasted away

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