He calls
Yet awhile
Like a mother hen; cackling
Pray for me.
As I hover round the darkness of my fears
Is it:
My end
When it's the dawn
of a new sunset.
Why do I live
to cycle round and round
the rails of death
Say me a prayer.
How'll I sail to the next phase
When my pyche is in a labyrinth
filled with thorns and worms and maggots
Emancipating from the rigid claws of life.
Why do I feel this way,
Like a living corpse
Whose neglected parents
Left to wander.
Where's hope
She who'll cloth my shame
and bring me a dress of survival
Does she exist
Or is she a allegory
told to push men forward.
Sing me a song of prayer.
I'm bewildered for
his call seems nigh
And his presence near.
I want to press on
But;
These storm has over powered me.
What to do?
I wish to run from this
To live for this.
Call me a saviour
Call me a healer
Pray for me
Affliction won't rise again
©kingslem
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