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 ©