i folded my hands down knowing g*d wouldn't hear so i took my prayers back and took a dirt road home dreaming of a girl with the autumn hair while twilight falls like sin from my hand
crows cry omens from behind falling leaves while i carve out my destiny with a rusted blade and i have run beyond the wants of men fallen from the grace of g*d's hand
so i will kiss my love under the hangman's tree all i have done is all that i am and it's now all between the earth and me my hand is steady but my heart is blind so the light of g*d can't lead me back home
Sad write. You have to forgive yourself first. God is always there for you.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 22, 2005
Heavy (a little sixties' slang) poem, here, annd one that I can sink my teeth into. Poe-ish around the edges but truly your own creation and one that unsettles the mind and sanity of the reader. VERY good.
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Profoundly moving, shattering write--you aren't alone in feeling like g*d doesn't listen. :(
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *tears*
God bless,
Sandie.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)