Cast aside thy wicked heart
And let thy healing Spirit pass,
For sorrows hide in thy desires
Behind a shield of clouded glass.

Behold thy strength and thus resist
Temptation born of hellish lies,
Lest sunset find thee seeking truth
With no redemption in thine eyes.

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About Kenn Allan

Kenn Allan currently resides in the American Pacific Northwest with his wonderful wife/editor of thirty-something years, their resilient daughter, three precocious grandchildren, and an undisclosed number of cats.

4 thoughts on “Wicked

  1. Kenn Allan Post author

    Thank you, Rashmi. I truly love working with language, rhyme, and meter… although my style of poetry is nearly impossible to get published these days. That’s why I cherish comments like yours so dearly – Thank you VERY much.

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