A Query For The Lord

Dear Lord,

Follow me close
you’ll see a broken
mind spills words a
doubt I’ve spoken.

I don’t deserve it
an accolade fades
down my spine
to a shallow grave.

I want to rip apart
a coffin of comfort
because I’ve caused
a wrath unearthed.

At times I look up
for attention from
you Lord to hear no,
“It will be okay son.”

Control to mold I
let go a wrist now.
I was sick from an
all conceited cloud.

From my lips my
heart it is revealed
from a distaste for
what is not real. 

Sedate I do the fake,
bury it all in earth,
I cry to you what am
I now truly worth?

3 Comments Add yours

  1. SRIKANTH says:

    This poetry sets me in a melancholy mood 😞 well written JW and I love the way you write and your imagination is commendable 👏👏👍🤝

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    1. JW says:

      Thank you Sir. There are definitely times I feel drained. Questioning my existence. Your kind words put me at ease. Thank you.

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      1. SRIKANTH says:

        Don’t feel drained ! This will pass overtime ! Time will heal everything ! Give it some time and it will dissolve !

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