"righteious" poems
Why is it so difficult?
This inner conflict. ..
A sudden need of being felt wanted...
A righteious feel of being ignored...
This wagging war to avoid bad vibes...
Why? So much trauma...
Why? So much exertion..
Why? This inner afflection...
Still a hope of magic wand..
Yet a scope of almighty hand...
A developing faith of day over night...
Whatever it may be ..
Wherever it may lead..
I promise I wont loose..
A firm belief will take me in arms..
And I will go through a right choice..
And will have a day of fine rejoice...
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC