The voices pierce my thoughts like lightening bolts
Filling what could be silence or ideas
Loneliness and need leave holes in my psyche
Though I'm alone, I'm still beside myself
My few friends are "acquaintencess"
Though I do love them dearly
The Spirit of God is so abiding
It makes me wake early
Eager to misister to the souls in hiding.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 5:04 PM UTC
The voices pierce my thoughts like lightening bolts
Filling what could be silence or ideas
Loneliness and need leave holes in my psyche
Though I'm alone, I'm still beside myself
My few friends are "acquaintencess"
Though I do love them dearly
The Spirit of God is so abiding
It makes me wake early
Eager to misister to the souls in hiding.
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