Get Your Premium Membership

Forty Days In the Wilderness

This life for the most since these eyes can remember Her light of day has seemed no less, a tortures chamber Psychologically, mauled in maimed ? Everyday awakening Unto their very same chains his scenes, round about; within What always was; is ? A #ucked up world filled, with #ucked up Things and no wonder, figuratively speaking that, Heaven's Messiah.... Did so tell Lucifer that he could shove this place tightly, up his literal's ass.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 7/2/2014 4:07:00 PM
So sad this is,for someone to live in such sorrow everyday..Thanks God there are dreams..No one can steal the beauty of dreams John.This poem misted my eyes.
Login to Reply

Book: Shattered Sighs