A Man I Call ''Husband''
a man
a lost soul
deep within, beyond the flesh
demons casting wicked army's of thoughts
voices crowding corners of your mind
a soul in war, evil over powering what once was pure at birth
you abduct the innocence from the kindness of others, without an ounce of guilt
you give with the anticipation of want
you look upon other in poverty as a bur don to life
you hold your blood driven riches as a symbol of victory
i turn to you, flesh to flesh and say....
with all your riches, you sweet words of a predator in hunger
I dint hold my self above you nor do I cast myself to your feet
I am one of poverty in flesh
to gain riches in the path of you....
i say....
do not drop pebbles to path the way
for i, am on a journey where even the pebbles are the purest of gold.
i have a long journey ahead of me,
bumping roads may stumble me along the way....
but the outcome will be glorified
I hold no animosity for all evil ways
even poison-est snakes shed many layers of there skins
Copyright © Phyllis Matusek | Year Posted 2006
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