Poem -
the drunken church
open up i said to the church
in my hour of need
in my need to conceed
that i wasnt alone
that i did have a place
that god saved me a space
in his heavenly grace
but the church...
was deserted and so was the
street
it was 3am dark and not one did i
meet
seems that god wasn't home
that i was quite alone
in my hour of greed
when my soul nursed a need
to be known...
M ~
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Comments
You can feel the rush of despair as you read this. It’s down to your clever wording and structure. Makes for a powerful read x
Thanks love...trying to catch up on here lol xx