As I stare in silence;
this broken mirror,
reflecting how broken I am -:
I believe we’re all broken;
We’re all forsaken
by our same God
who cut us deep
then let us bleed by ourselves
till we find comfort from
our own bleeding -:
You go to church,
to search for His presence
and all you find is a priest;
carrying a sharp sword of words
ready to cut out all the confidence
within you -:
Maybe God
does live in our hearts,
the very same hearts He
tortures too;
Right?
Escapist O. M
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Poetry:The fall off
PoesiaThis is a book composed of 10 poems on the fall off Different views of life as different people
