.
This mess of me
is boiling
The pressure's building fast.
This churning, burning,
furnace heat—
I know that I won't last.
'Cause ev'rything
inside of me
It just keeps holding on
To all the things
hurting me
I know why it feels wrong.
I'm stuck inside
that easy lie
That says I cannot change
And when I cry
I realize
This certainly is strange.
For though I died
to flesh, I strive
To rectify myself;
I tried and tried
and then, surprise:
I needed something else.
Nothing makes
it past the pain
Except your healing touch.
And you say, "Wait,
My child, wait,
For you will know My love."
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
.
This mess of me
is boiling
The pressure's building fast.
This churning, burning,
furnace heat—
I know that I won't last.
'Cause ev'rything
inside of me
It just keeps holding on
To all the things
hurting me
I know why it feels wrong.
I'm stuck inside
that easy lie
That says I cannot change
And when I cry
I realize
This certainly is strange.
For though I died
to flesh, I strive
To rectify myself;
I tried and tried
and then, surprise:
I needed something else.
Nothing makes
it past the pain
Except your healing touch.
And you say, "Wait,
My child, wait,
For you will know My love."
April 12, 2016 ~ one poem a day challenge
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