What's to come

coracaodacripta

I hear the sirens

And the horns all around

Akin to the words affirming my thoughts

Though in an attempt to dissuade them.

Not one word of validation all the day

Or comforting hug from one that does not seek to step into my skin

My shoes

Or my soul.

I am one missed pill away

From the world and its debauchery...

One missed pill away from surrender to a mind laden with decay;

As though a bullet wound

Or permanent nail to the head-

What's it like to be dead?

Gentle, I bet.

With a timing like no other to shake me out of this void - this machine

Its mechanisms that destroy

And turn the Son away from me.

Is the Spirit lost? Can it not see?

O' Lord, He can't be bothered

To mend me my release.

  • Author: coracaodacripta (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 30th, 2024 17:37
  • Category: Religion
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  • Ezekiel Olayemi

    A poem that talks about healing and self vindication. I hope am right by the way. Glad I read this!

    • coracaodacripta

      I think I was trying to convey something more along the lines of doom and unyielding salvation. It's very personal. I'm glad you interpreted it this way, because maybe that's what I should mean.



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