Coursing through
arteries the flesh
where we two we
feel life is so fresh.

I have hope again,
until I break from
all the bending my
God I am done.

Tell of a direction
Dear Lord spread
where I can see all
life from the dead.

My world is pale,
my victories small.
Yet I have conqured
where I often fall.

The path has hurt
all my willing soul.
Now Lord I seek it,
life I need control.

Yield not ye young
and kind strong sir.
I see the burden it
you it had disturbed.

Maybe take a pill
to swaddle the ash
that is left from all
the harsh and rash.

Burn my body I
control all faculties.
Tilted fermented I
turn into a casualty.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Have i told you lately how amazing you are?

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    1. That makes me feel awesome Harley. Thank you. 😊

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  2. Angelilie says:

    I really like your beautiful blog. A pleasure to come stroll on your pages. A great discovery and a very interesting blog. I will come back to visit you. Do not hesitate to visit my universe. See you soon. 🙂

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    1. Thank you. I dont think I’m much of a discovery but I’m honored you think so. Many thanks. I look forward to reading yours. 🙂

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