Pale Shelter

I who am…insipid, vapid bland, inadequate life My life halfhearted I am uninspired I am Spiritless in a place of safety refuge I am for certain, I need, a deed to land in life and death How chosen are we When the blood flows out Still and solid I am No longer talking Dead to live be I living My new home is in the skies Where I’m alive no longer dead you’re not but I am No need for heat my God keeps me (safe and warm) His ever presents how can I be sure ? When all the time you changed my mind I asked for more and more How can I be sure safe, quiet, cozy comfortable in sanctuary? Secluded withdrawn isolated and safe haven refuge my sanctuary safe keeping covering me Preserve yet my cushion life inoculate unworldly securities Yet still I’m pathetic etiolated blanch reclusive unprivileged So am I decrease in importance lost significance I’m blench keep safe 11/26/19 Pale shelter Poetry Contest Free verse poetry form only. Sponsored by: John Hamilton