My Black Thoughts
we live. we die.
I question my questions
I sigh in the breath of disgust
cold dark air follows my shadow
my shadow does not know me
I turn left but it begs right
flip the switch on the moon
go dark, let practical wisdom
doom the day and spirit the night
drink, drank until the numb of drunk
heals what bandages can not
let go of what ills thy heart
let prayer cover words of doubt
let seeds grow in the very reverse
of what I have failed to sow
bring the kingdom
for what it offers can not be bought
and what can be bought
shall NEVER ease my black thoughts
Copyright © Mark Anthony Cotterman | Year Posted 2016
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