A poem. As it leaped from my hands, I saw the imprint of Another. Left to the whims of an old master, I call out to the Potter for my soul! oh my soul oh my soul oh my soul “It is better to be free and a harlot, “Than controlled by a Lover.” Le
11.24.2011| The Fish Tank | Catherine Danielle Cook
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A poem. Guilt is my assailant. Fiend takes form of friend And lures me from the fold To save me from my Guilt is my assailant, Burns confessions in my name To warm the lies of the deceiver. He said to save me from “Follow me, lost lambs. “Drink and
11.10.2011| The Fish Tank | Catherine Danielle Cook
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Branded “Revelation,” abandoned ashore, stood a scope of heavenly gold. Peering inside, a prayer I whispered to see beyond my shore. But what did I see --- Oh my God, what did I see? Beyond the shore was a great abyss -- Cries that did shake the
10.27.2011| The Fish Tank | Catherine Danielle Cook
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