Wrapped with shame

I call out for covering

And peace

With my ardous ways

and

adamant behaviour

clothed in nothingness

with repugnant fear

Visions shaped in tawny

with undo

and
unjust fertilization

my pestilence

Is contaminating

my lines of possible perfection

leaving no implications

yet genuine dread

Ruined

soiled

my lines soaked in shame

a presence of contamination

impossible in the linen

the proposition

genuine inspite of all

no doubts

out pouring of information

that chills

is not mine

my life is not my own

So where is my sanctuary cover

Where oh where is my peace

Buried deep within

In the love I once had

Longing to disrobe

I wish that spirit resurfaces

My cover

The sanctuary of my soul

Is where I dwell

Until the love swells