Damned

Impermanence; root of desire.
Growing from wounds that this heart treats,
gift from a life that I know fleets,
hope still burns when I am most dire,
mortality; emotions’ fire.
Introspect keeps me from kneeling,
piercing thoughts hath left me reeling
my faith abrades ‘neath Eden’s sand,
on which hourglass dune would I stand,
when eternity dulls feeling?

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Poem in decima form.