poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
set me alight,burn me out till the smoke is extinguished,how many days will it take to die out?joyous am I to have inked my hands on scripture,have it bleed into my soul,withering and weeping from the sacred word,do I make you quiver?Lord I have forsaken you,come take me to the depths of your bounties,If I […]