Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
i eat the food of the soft and hard work    no time is left for a god to appear cross the river and find a path that works    a life of effort all live with the true of not excisting in the mind of self    and what we call god is a bandaid that is better than nothing as we bleed life    out of love upon a table raza which is true yet maleable so now    we walk and talk the walking head maybe not a word is true that's not thought softly in    a moment of yells and we follow as to the inner true unheard that can be peaceful if we try i do not know what
0
Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 6:08 PM UTC
i do not know 19/11/6a
i eat the food of the soft and hard work    no time is left for a god to appear cross the river and find a path that works    a life of effort all live with the true of not excisting in the mind of self    and what we call god is a bandaid that is better than nothing as we bleed life    out of love upon a table raza which is true yet maleable so now    we walk and talk the walking head maybe not a word is true that's not thought softly in    a moment of yells and we follow as to the inner true unheard that can be peaceful if we try i do not know what
mark-wanless
Written by
Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 6:08 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem