I can feel the future run up my spine,
but if I bend over will it slow down?
Take time to pick up the pieces I left behind,
And fix all to save the little town
in my head from being flooded with worry
down to the roots of every family
I will save you all before you drown
Oh, let these thoughts surrender
but don't wreak havoc on my nerves
for if I speak, truth be told,
Pray your prayers, to God I serve.
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Elevation
PoetryA series of curious & personal poems about questions, doubts, and loveliness.