If I spill my fear onto a page, I hope
I will at last be fit to to cope
By carefully crafting verses that can shelve my pain
And apathetically alliterating anxiety away
Perhaps then
I’ll be able to sleep again
But that which devours me and keeps me in chains
Will choke on the blood that runs through His veins
Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 4:17 PM UTC
If I spill my fear onto a page, I hope
I will at last be fit to to cope
By carefully crafting verses that can shelve my pain
And apathetically alliterating anxiety away
Perhaps then
I’ll be able to sleep again
But that which devours me and keeps me in chains
Will choke on the blood that runs through His veins
