We envy the persistence of time
as it flies
The hands of momentum
Never stop
never lies
Take this for instance
Gold mines' cleaned dry
Rubys and gems
Ascend unto men
who divide all..
Treasure your happiness
Women cry
Sinners shaking hands
Making deals
For winters
Then spring will bring
different plans
Eye to eye we lie
And we stare
To the sky
Why?
A higher power
The Devil sits command
Even heavens' getting hostile
These saints have sinned
Some worse than man
It sickens us all
It's impossible to crawl
Subtract the negative
before you lose it all
Bring your positively
disappointed breath
In,
It's Sunday stained glass
Kneel please
In the few phews
Nobody can stand it
anymore , anymore?
Some sermons linger
Some just are amiss
having forgotten
this monotonous
Has gotten this
Faith,
just to have it
If I dare,
just in case
The prayers are becoming
worn thin
Hypocrites like me
stand skinny
Christ,
where’s the body of Christ
when you’d eat him
No,
need him
I doubt a lot of doubt
Gave any doubt to the ones
I doubt myself
when it was found out
Here,
God is in prison
Evil souls stop by just to stare
Far in the background
A killer says a prayer
Listen
So odd the pitch
See
Thoughts are a bitch
Know
Which whitch Is which
War comes like a holiday
Ammunition is on sale
To keep them fully loaded
the weapon and the bloated
I don’t buy it
Only stock in defense
The rest just sell
Smelt your gold
Knelt in the cold
Ok try to…
Sleep well
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Author:
T Foley (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: October 24th, 2021 20:32
- Comment from author about the poem: Destroyed all my work after a break down caused by heavy drug use. Took a few years from writing.. life happens. It happens to go round in circles. Dizzy feels good.
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 4
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