No cuddles,
No kisses,
No whispers in the dark.
And all that
I miss is
That indefinable spark.
I push them
Away with
A choice erroneous.
Just choosing
To stay with
Neglect and loneliness.
The prayer, it
Is coming
As soon as I am done.
Wish I could
Stop running
And chasing all the fun.
The death and
Disease, I
Just long for them to go.
So here is
My reply:
Please cleanse me of my woe.
My soul, I
Can feel it
Above my eyes and heart.
Oh Lord, won’t
You seal it?
With grace tear me apart.
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