Midnight Poet Strikes Again - Baited by holiness
Bonds that hold me to a cause
Are painful, prickful, just because
they’re way too tight and pinched
Grooved inside a stricter rhyme
My fault is that the rod is yours:
Buttered bait and brambly lures.
This Grey eyed fish, who’s gripping tight,
Whose gills embody hallowed white,
Stuck and held in stasis,
I’ve forgotten where the grace is.
Non communal to my depths,
I opened wide and failed the test.
So struggling more, without rest,
I ask forgiveness
For having bit.
Unhook before I become unhinged.
And my soul becomes infringed
And creativity is singed