so i get lost in petty things,
till all the mess feels like home,
and am in against my very odds,
worst part, i leave HIS arm,
until every step away is a step deep,
then at dawn , i make a promise
in a prayer embracing lies,
from my own villainous-will,
then I swear in midst of stars,
texts and bended knees ,strangers !
just to make it continuous until,
prayer sounds a waste of time,
sorry inclusive is like !
then the dusk knows it all best,
i hold on tight through plight
of all day, this was the worst,
I've dug in deep, beyond light
reach , i think, but to HIM not !
so i make a line, straight again
stepping on broken promises,
and faces of remorse
till i top the power of again
and so i kneel in vain,
knowing i will roam again
but insist to cool it , give it gain,
atleast i know someday,
will be my may-day
otherwise am still astray !
©Michaelw
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