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Fleshy Body Rots and Dies As My Spirit Soul Soars and Flies

FLESHY BODY ROTS AND DIES AS MY SPIRIT SOUL SOARS AND FLIES What's in the heart Somewhat fleshy, beating, contracting My mind churns wrinkled like a raisin My eyes visualize thing I shouldn’t spy As my feet take me on a journey not safe My legs cramp up as I strain to sit My back aches because of my mistakes I’ve made As my stomach hungers my soul reflects You see All of this my filthy flesh will rot Only thing that matters is that my soul and spirit returns to heaven
12/29/21Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021© LIST POEM POETRY TYPE
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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