Category: Realization


Critical email,
in the office, doesn’t seem
so important now.

Killed,
beaten,
held down-
spared,
constantly being made,
trying to turn you back
as you fly by
in a nick-
saved,
you heal
all wounds,
often wasted,
flooded with you,
and then, not
enough, we’re
so fickle,
us silly
humans,
let’s
hope, that
now, we’re
not out
of You.

irritation, like
droplets of water
leave deposits
on the heart,
one hundred
and forty
two
pinpricks of
frustration,
twenty nine
brushes strokes
of insult
caress
the soul,
daily-
setting up
shop, in
the heart,
just skipping
along, while
the evil
one, lurks,
waiting-
to pounce.

A lot of people pray. To whom do they pray? A lot of people are “praying” for a lot of change. I wonder if they ever hear any answers…
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