the five days was a constant battle
between all the things
that ever existed
your thoughts were strewed
and your legs were too skinny
your arms can be measured
by your thumb and pinky
that stream of verbal consciousness
uttered nothing but prayers
between the dusky hours
i lost a limb on the fifth day
that empty hallway with dimmed lights
and the realizations with frustrations
the machines stopped working
it was more than tropical storms
and depressions, more than
mayhem, it scares me more than
the turbulence hundred miles
above the ground
it was an inestimable amount
of tragedy and heartaches
you begged for him to live
and yet it wasn't given to you
i cannot be angry at God
he wants you back
all i can really do
is wait for you
and still pray for you
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
the five days was a constant battle
between all the things
that ever existed
your thoughts were strewed
and your legs were too skinny
your arms can be measured
by your thumb and pinky
that stream of verbal consciousness
uttered nothing but prayers
between the dusky hours
i lost a limb on the fifth day
that empty hallway with dimmed lights
and the realizations with frustrations
the machines stopped working
it was more than tropical storms
and depressions, more than
mayhem, it scares me more than
the turbulence hundred miles
above the ground
it was an inestimable amount
of tragedy and heartaches
you begged for him to live
and yet it wasn't given to you
i cannot be angry at God
he wants you back
all i can really do
is wait for you
and still pray for you
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