The Sadomasochist

Picture via NewScientist by Darren Hopes “Bloody Mary”

This poem is written by Frank Roberts. Read his bio.

The Sadomasochist

There is an augmenting confliction in my bones.
It stems from a scarlet seed now restricting my every move.
I am rooted to the surface.

Liberty lies within the sacred proclamations.
How can I deny what has been said? “you hold the potential."
But my lips are sewn tight.

An immense obstacle is in my path with a face like my own.
Its particles continue their quick conglomeration.
Who has the might to stop fate?

Truth stares me as a reflection.

I am the sower.
I am the tailor.
I am the molder.