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Ray Dunn
Poems
Mar 2019
Control
Is it God I’m searching for?
Is it whispers deep,
deep in my ears?
Is it someone puppeting me?
With threads of gold
tieing me into knots
Resisting the pulls on my hands,
I tug with my might
And my arms fall with a thud
I wish to lift my arms,
Their muscles weak
By my own design
I beg for my tethers back, to a blank face.
Stone gaze,
With eyelashes of gold
Tears crash like waves on my chin.
Puddles of ash,
Begging words spilling out as sand
Cold lips press together as a silent nay.
I lift my arms to pray
But sadly they stay limp at my sides
I’m very new I’d love some constructive criticism!! Also I dont really believe in God but I thought it was a cool premise
#religion
Written by
Ray Dunn
20/F/New York
(20/F/New York)
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