Answer me oh lord when I call,
When I pour my self before you in no fancy words,
When my thoughts are incoherent
And I dabble like a drunk.
Seek me when I am mee,
and I have not caused my feet to sin,
When my days is blue, with the fogs of grey within it.
When my feet are firm, but steps away to plummet,
When my hope is brass, and will soon be wax.
Will you let me fade, like an old day, filled with pain and heart ache,
Will you remember me no more, for all I caused was turmoil.
Will you hide away from me like a plague that can't be seen,
Will you forget it was your hands that had formed me.
We sang before the fire, when the days were cold.
I looked to the sky and there you where.
When the winds were turbulent, and wished to end me, I looked to you, and then I knew I will be safe.
Answer me
while my heart still aches,
While my hope still pounds
like the blades of a flea.
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My Poetry
PoetryThis is a poem book about sadness, loneliness, regrets, desires, and the rest
