Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2013
40 long days and
40 fine nights.
upholding old ways,
and withstanding rights.
kicked in the face,
given any time and place,
and anyone would hate these *****
phoenix lights at night;

........

cause they're just too bright.
they don't allow us to think..
just look at the nightly might,
and gaze at the glorious dark-white height;

just at where you might be
if you stand by your god, nightly.
and pray and pray until god finally feels lively
from just all the worship immortal life needs
to sustain and shine brightly.
Right, me?
just work for money,
go to church,
and lie about my life findings?

Im so broken, along with our society.
Jord
Written by
Jord  Earth
(Earth)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems