For the Sake of Life
Red wisps of smoke
Life a joke?
Has some direction
Toward's God's perfection
Sometimes I'm buried
Feel so wearied
At least in here and now
Lord does exist somehow!
Copyright © Joshua Lacey | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment