My Possession
My Possession
With this possession I profess
It gives me great pleasure and I digress
A ring on my finger which means much to me
As a bee is to honey and a leaf to a tree
It pains me to part with it for this short while
I miss the intricate carving and gold style
All for a purpose and goal I say to myself
And my possession sits alone tucked in my shelf
So now I am thinking was it wrong or right
That I deprive myself of this both day and night
I feel I am unworthy of what it represents
This has a meaning and I hope it prevents
What occurs all too frequent and causes lament
The harm that I have caused was never meant
I must stop doing this and fully repent
I must give it my all, 100% percent
-Poem by Dragon Blogger
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