I HAVE PRAYED
everyday to not look at anyone
The way I'm looking at you.
Damn you, you make sin
look so beautiful.
My knees are bruised,
My hands clamped tight,
My mouth dry,
My sobs echoing, everlasting.
Did he not hear my prayers?
Did he not care for them?
Please, can someone answer me.
YOU ARE READING
God is my Strength
PoetryThis is not about God, this is about love. ______________ All my bad poetry in one book.
