If I bow down on my knees,
Would the Lord,
Above the seas.
Deliver me,
From my sufferings
If I kneel down,
To the God above,
Would he harken,
To this crying dove?
For I am afraid,
To wake,
Upon my final fate.
For the fear,
That I may bare,
The final curse,
Of the head upon the plate.
For now,
I'll lay down to sleep,
Even though,
I'm in this heap.
I pray,
But it never seems,
That he listens to this mortal beam.
I know this may be a lie,
But it speaks truth,
Till the day I may die.
He covers me with pain and anger,
But it seems that I am not in danger.
Yet my soul grieveth to the one,
Who most say,
Shall deliver us.
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Short Poems
PoetryWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
