Your Own God

Can you manifest

or conjour a touch

from the divine to

keep love as such?

Can angels in dark

be looming there?

Fueling logic of a

heart to aid repair.

Broken marvelous,

visceral sinew sew

together pieces me

I hunger for control.

Step into this fight

a better part of me

believes so to seek

life to be complete.

Your touch doesn’t

make me fantasize.

But a tranquil aura,

your smile survives.

If the heavens crash

to ash upon ground

I’ll read you a poem;

play peaceful sound.

Create a clean slate

each day so to rise

and ever forward go

your way to survive.

A lending hand you

might never behold.

Be your own god to

conceive of control.

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