Woebegone
The clouds rain blood.
The heavens feel my pain.
The angels in discomfort.
Prophets descend from their heavenly
seat, to unveil knowledge of life in my dreams.
Moses part my ocean of tears and finds my heart.
He leads me to the land of healing words and the
calming sound of the lord songs.
The seal of david bestowed on my mortal
heart beat. Jesus turns my blood into bliss.
Ill never drown in tears again.
Copyright © Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet | Year Posted 2012
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