Mark Anthony Cotterman Poet Free verse

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

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Tea Fortuna January 17, 2017 at 8:02 AM really? do you ever look in the mirror and see your soul? It is laughing at you and the victims that line the drivel that is poured thoughtlessly from that orifice only worms can devour