O thou pure of heart

No sin was committed
In the garden of Eden
What was pure
And natural
Was forever cursed
Banished from the garden
Carrying the blame of lust
O thou pure of heart
How thee lusted
In thy heart
For the forbidden fruit
And blamed the serpent
Letting God go scott free
One who created all
Must have created
Love and passion
And lust
The day
Darkness of our hearts
Clouded the sunshine
Of our minds
World became a
Dreary place to live
In our fear blemished life
We all have pains
that we carry unseen
Passing time
Fading memories
Lessen heartaches not
Blessed are those
With life a clean slate
Unburdened by the curse
They carry their secrets to
Their graves
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Secrets of Mr. Hyde

I search my soul in vain
For the secrets of Mr. Hyde
Hiding deep inside
Unannounced
He makes his moves
Waiting for the darkness
Ready to fry my brain
Thoughts repulsive
Repugnant
Tie my limbs, I can
But the mind digress
Temptations
Did Satan corrupt Eve
Or God impregnated us
With duality
Forbidden fruit or necter
As night goes, daybreak
Evil will pass
Goodness reign


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s November Yeats Challenge day Two