Hope
Echoes of love
between woman and man.
Holding on to hope.
In the palm of my hands.
Walking my faith
down city streets.
With the help of God,
guiding my feet.
Tears soaking up the concrete.
Like Martha, I weep.
I've been blind.
Never sleep.
Look what hell has done to me.
I pray the Lord,
my soul to take.
If I should die
before I wake.
Teach my heart to love
not hate.
Soul raped,
by Demons
I can't seem to shake.
Still I reach, for Heaven's gates.
Grandma always said
watch out for them snakes.
Improvising on scraps.
To make a plate.
The Devil wears a mask
in the land of the fake.
The wicked will do anything
just to live great.
As Angels protect
for goodness sake.
Though the Devil's working.
God's never late.
Right on time.
Hope!!!
Hope is mine.
"Hope"
Copyright © Tamica Thompson | Year Posted 2019
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