i've prayed too much. my heart aches from the words that bleed form my mouth. today i cried for the world: i was reminded of bruised bodies & chained hands - who could free her form such terror? the world, with her bruised lips: smiled at me, the edges of her teeth covered with blood not of her own. she fights through the oceans that rage on her skin & she desperately begs for death, to hold her hand & walk her out into the sunshine. far from the darkness that surrounded her. her lover had left her: pride had betrayed her, greed had taken advantage of her, jealousy had left her empty, sadness had broken her to pieces. now there she is helpless & need. her heart is an amalgamation of wars raging in her mind: the seams of her sanity broke through to let out madness overtake the very little of her being. insignificant. brittle. dust. she had become a small thing. would could save her now?
"all creation has been groaning
as in the pains of childbirth."
YOU ARE READING
EVER HEARD OF FAITH?
Poesia"you of little faith," were the words i heard as i hear plates crashing in the living room, as i smell the fire burning the sheets on my bed, as i feel the bruises on the sides of my arm, as i sense the pounding of my heart, writhing to leave my che...
