The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Freshman Spring Break

No sword falls,
I breathe...
an ocean of shame
waiting.
I deserve it
snuff
sizz...my flesh
Ahhh--immortal pain
for
ephemeral pleasure,
how can a lover
commit such
adultery?
My offering is
not
enough
my heart
lingers in darkness
hush that light
let justice be...
now
who is there?
steps,
a door...
I'm afraid
Noone is with me
here, except the
stranger
coming
cold
does he possess me...
now?
before I can
run to my...
where is He?
Abba! (echo) empty
I am.
A grey understanding,
there must be light?
or am I dead.
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