My Own Skin Is But A Curse Poem by ~~~ Leaven ~~~

O wretched me,
My flesh is but a stink
And my carcass clothing an abomination.

My wraith can but perceiveth the Light,
The Glory my shell cannot hold,
For my natural self is an enemy unto It.

O wretched me.
I am but a disgrace.
For I can see and hear the Truth
But to bring it forth through me
Causes its Light to dim.

O wretched me.
My animal doth scoff
And my skin doth slither and hiss
Against my inner glow.

O wretched me
My light encapsulated
By this taint,
The sinew of my demise.

Dear God I beg
That you burn it away,
For my hide is a prison
And in it I’m damned.

Strip it away that I might glow again
So that You might reignite my ember.

Take away that wretched me
And bring forth unto You my divinity.

4-29-06