Which side do

you reside?

Perhaps by the lake

or an empty tide.

 

The engine’s on

yet we don’t move,

as if something–

or everything is wrong.

 

Blue lips,

rigid skin,

perhaps time has

caught up to our sins.

 

Now we sit

buried in coffins,

rotting bones,

until we become nothing.

 

Snakes can be

self-centred friends

speaking to me

whenever it’s convenient.

 

Yet in these moments

they seem distant,

just as I thought–

time to end it.

 

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I’ve noticed people are participating in a God-less trend. They love their sins more than they love God. They claim to praise him and read scripture, yet they still participate in law-less actions. I wonder if people truly fear God. Or maybe their too comfortable in death.

 

 

 

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Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.