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Oct 2020
Cold sheet on my eyes
Frozen in place
What disgrace...
Hey! I see underneath
And yet fought against peace
Or I’m just weak..
Lord
...please forgive this one time I’m bored
Speeding past the sore fights
I idolize the lights
That’ve been long in gore
Finding a hole long dug before
. Let her stay
. I can only blame me
. And pay seas who fade me
. Thoughts of her evade me
. Own pressures invade me
. Like an evil vision
. Saying I’m best
. But born.. not left
. Holy nest
. And no other
. I’m poorly cleaver
Lord
...I’m no better




An ingenious kind of way
My brain only claims the to protest the faith
And portray the fame that I hate the same.
You and I, only His name
Know my brain
If you want...
Have all the same
As He who came
Died and raised...
*With who I am
What a scam ...*
What makes it okay to be angry?
I can never understand...!
Yet so blind sided with anger under truth with no perspective
Josh Overson
Written by
Josh Overson  22/M/Corpus Christi TX
(22/M/Corpus Christi TX)   
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   Imran Islam
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