Pushing my mindset to become mentally stronger,
Pulling words from the aether for a little longer.
Staring at the cross on top of St Luke's church,
Prophecy unfolding, while you left in the lurch.
Can't force any people around me to believe,
Know and recognise that my heart does grieve.
Painting pictures on the paper but can't draw,
Met with laughter when I mention spiritual war.
Hearts are hardened and spell casting strong!
Not everyone is chosen, even I could be wrong!
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Feelings of impending doom in this poem with no one listening , believing or caring. A sense of urgency is left. Well written
Thank you, glad it resonated.
Good write SM.
Thanks pal.
That last line: humility. Indeed. It's all about God's grace and knowing we are not God...desperately wanting to share, but recognizing that sharing is on the opposite side of the street from receiving and we cannot force others to receive. All of this packed into this tight poem. All that one can do is exactly what you are doing: witnessing. Well done, my friend. 🌹👏 Love the poem.
Thanks pal, I posted on another poetry site and someone had a problem with it but I think they were reading it all wrong to be honest.
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