The innocence of my heart

I twitch and convulse living on nerves taunt as piano wire.
Like a traitor to a cursed cause-self condemned,
Awaiting an obscene execution.

Examine now the evidence of condemnation:
Misplaced desire, bizarre thoughts of romance,demoralized efforts to love again and again...
And now?
I lie subjugated, entrapped by senility.

Trapped within corrupted passion an innocent heart is sabotaged.
Judged and juried over by my own ego,
observed on film, played back daily, slowly in Technicolor.

Innocent heart,
Martyred.
You lie transformed in to a beast whose words come from within my head.
But lying here I judge that there is naught to be said 'til the saboteur is dead.
Completed his scheme and passed on.

O God, grant me the grace to understand
the language of all creatures,
To see thy divinity within me.
that I might love myself
and not condemn the innocence of my heart.

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