God Hug Your Poets

Torn asunder sad sorrows,

One feels the hollow points of life

Gravitate lost riding hidden horrors

That feels this writing isolation in living.

Feel the naked quill chill shrill vibrate

Deep with the skeletal core of being.

Shiver shards that quiver sliver senses,

Where tattered tears dehydrate sharp.

God feel all hope just evaporate

Into emotions that feel so hopeless,

As depression bear down - its hopelessness.

Lord feel our individual aims fade,

When we wander aimless

Sliding down dark paths of aimlessness.

Homeless feeling the pain of Godlessness,

When lost souls feel Godless,

Then scrap up knees to pray to God.

Lost and being found tears that wallow

With swallowing pride praying hallow

For that nurturing seed to not fallow,

But follow faith and blossom in His signs,

Where within divine miracle enlightenment -

God hugs HIS poets.

David Lester Young (Franklin Doppelganger) 06/30/12 ©