The Wait
Oh the travails
The pumping of the blood
Filled with anxiety flowing
through my bloodstream
The thirst of his coming
Filled with doubts from the pit
of destruction
Will he ever come?
If he does decide,when?
The cataclysmic nature of his
coming alone is a bane to my
soul
Have I fulfilled the criterion to
meet with him?
I feel the rage of failure
Troubling my mind
The anxiety alone has killed
my spirit
Oh what a sinking feeling
Placed upon us by this world
So much filled with destructive
mechanism
Oh,how can I break free from
this shackles that bind me
That threatens my
future,destiny and eternity
The ladies are no more
coverng their pride and dignity
Moral decadence has
increased
How can I break free from these
ties that bind me
Through putting on the whole
armour of God
To count me worthy when he
comes
Copyright © Oluwatomiwo Akinyemi | Year Posted 2013
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