It may have been innocuous
Words meant to cease the flood but ultimately boiled my skin with fear,
I got third degree burns, and the flood that was next to my room-
Kept drowning me, I knew how to swim so was it wrong of me to not plea?
Perhaps to conceal the appearance of normality is a sin
If so forgive me my God
The water kept pulling me in but all you worried about was getting your feet wet
Never lusted for the water to take me in till now
Distances away, I felt your hand in my neck
Your eyes piercing mines
"You are my God, and to disobey is to sin for eternity"
No matter the amount of blood on my skin
Dripping dark as red
It is only you that matters in the end.
- Author: Adam Shirley ( Offline)
- Published: October 3rd, 2018 10:30
- Comment from author about the poem: not now, not ever.
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