Dark Poetry #4 |
Seattle's Breath |
green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Oddly enough I stand alone Unless I hide Shrink back in fear and watch Catch up with reality I'm only me against a wall "Hate" freely spoken A fool's rage projected The little evil things A disease that kills Wrap it in plastic, walk away Photographs of the mess I'm following God Coffee pitch a tent Let it come, flow Trusting Jesus and not feeling bad So what if my wings are too scratched, cut, and beat up to fly... I'll walk. |
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Purity Senior Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 526Once Upon, USA |
This was very nicely done, Craig! It grabs you from the opening line, and I really like it in its entirety, but especially love the first stanza! (Also love the signature line!) God Bless! Wings bruised from turning away in such confined space...Not broken...still healable...still feathered with life, somewhere |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
I thought walking was over when I left Texas. I walk more now that I used to... alot more. Nice to hear from you. God bless. -GIS So what if my wings are too scratched, cut, and beat up to fly... I'll walk. |
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