"A SOUL BROKEN"
See him bandaging his broken soul
A bleeding soul breeding
He ties it so firm to avoid been hurting
But can the flies be avoided from perching?
Have you seen him run to the sanctuary
Seating so cold like a legend in the mortuary
He's seen him headed for an obituary
Can someone save from this missionary?
See him always running from troubles
Running away from his shadows
His soul full of sorrows
He wishes there's he could borrow
But he's running with his soul tired to a rope
A rope from sorrows of hope
Life placed him in a place to hop and pop
A place for him not to cope
Give me Love
And save me from this hole
A place cover over a whole
But is love enough to save from a whore
Jesus was shown love
But He's story ended horribile dictu
He was crucified with the love chant dictum
Was the love chant from cum guzzlers?
He's still struggling to bandage his pains
Standing under the singeing stony rains
The pains from the perching flies
He suffers a slap from the parasites
The bleeding can't stop breeding
The pains keep increasing
The rain on his head singeing
But he's human, will he keeps running?
©️ SimonROCK.
- Author: SimonROCK Avingir Ter (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 12th, 2022 07:00
- Comment from author about the poem: Huddles in our daily living.
- Category: Nature
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