UntitledA Poem by Leilaemotions
Tired of empty words, supposititious swears
He doesn’t really care about what parson says. Sick of walls and stones, sick of the nagging sore That pulses in his knees, whenever prays on floor. ’There always is good side’, yes, he believed inside, Until the darkness came and forced a good to fade. And heart began to bleed, his mind in agony, Nowhere to run from self, nowhere for him to be Burning pages down, running away from town Tell satan that he won this dirty round for now. He’s ready for the sins, as deathly as they seem, When soul you have is dark- nothing can purge that mark. Through the forests’ mist, next to the screaming hills He’s running feet to bones, looking for place to fit. When heavens can’t let in, and hell is far beneath Our souls just stay between, screaming mindless ‘Amen’ © 2017 Leila |
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