Morrow’s Prayer Faith Role

The tears were wrinkled cold
Brittle be bit, by years - worn old
See Saw, waves by bye, bee told
Your outworn, thee presence threshold.

Shrivel up man, you’re A has been
You no longer matter, naught to bee
But space, taking too much time - being
Worthless Medicare Vet, a crass enrollee.

Knocked around, shifted abound, slide-ways
Thumped bashed, thrown thrashed - back-ways
Bruise over scars, being conflict pawn - war-ways
Weary sown sorrows that thread, heavy trail-ways.

The inclusion, of reclusive back tracking, does take toll
Dye isolation, be living death knoll, in skeletal sad soul
Rocks alone, amidst that rocking chair - seesaw rut hole
Fetal birth heartbeats sigh, Ply Morrow’s Prayer Faith Role.