"anell" poems
We pray and call but
Still no sense are you
A fraud they say you
Awnser,
But all the time i pray
You never Awnser
People say you keep
Awnsering their call
But, never mind have
You turned your back
On me for what i do,
I call and call but noones
There,
Are you ignorant me for
What i do
Is it when i stop praying
you Awnser my calls,
My soul feels your light
But my heart and brain
Say no,
I shun the light the
darkness taking my soul
To this blissful sleeo
Im dead On my feet
Walking as a anell
I wander around as a
free soul when i pray
For you to help me,
But you laugh in my
Face and hang up on
Me,
When others pray you
Awnser then, i began
To think tour a fraud
Can you prové Me wrong??
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC