Tear

155Shallow little splinter burns.
Sordid little detail is learned.
I believe in any god going.
I wane in awe of all knowing.
All of heaven is as vengeance,
now I let go this last dark sense.
God please protect me now,
from everything you do.
Don’t let me see how,
you painted it all blue.

I don’t believe in a light,
that doesn’t help those who had to fight,
every corner,
every stone,
every tear on the bone.

D 2013

(Things not so good today but that is the up down way of things that I go through. I’m down, yes I know but the sunlight through the window is keeping me calm. The frost has frozen the wind and I feel like I’m in some kind of mind stasis. Waiting for the next great shift in emotion.)

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