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Tiana
Poems
Mar 2015
(the holy man)
i know how it works-
my eyes will burn into the sacred light and
drip tears like the Holy candle on the altar
my hand will grip my other so tight
i'll wonder if i'm actually trying to hold onto faith-
Godly faith
my lips become red and cold
like i'm kissing the holy grail
only it's cupped with holy ice
my throat starts to become dry and i wish
i could drink all the wine He gave
to be drunk
so i could forget about you
my chest caves in on its self like it's
an ancient religious pagan dome
my ears start to ring
i'll block out you're voice in my head
like the bells before communion, like a priest's sermon
i get scared though that He won't help me if i think like this-
deadly mortal sin at it's finest-
i focus my mind again to pray
hoping somewhere along the line
He'll give you to me
Written by
Tiana
Michigan
(Michigan)
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