I scream at the ground
At the sky
When I can fathom looking up.
I shake on my knees
While tears run
And mouth silent words.
I grip the ground
A blanket
My clothes.
Why such torment
I ask
My God to take it away.
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This piece is prayer stripped to bone. No artifice, no sermon…just the honest sound of suffering calling heaven’s name. It’s brutal, and it’s beautiful. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Well done, my poetic 🥷 friend
The prayers where we mean the most we say the least... Thank you for reading
Yup. You are most welcome, my friend.
A most graphic description of anguish and desire for its removal. The imagery is well done here and very descriptive
Thank you!
You are most welcome
This is full of great emotion and adversity. I loved the whole poem. Nice ✍️. 😀
Thank you so much!
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