Relentless as a preying hawk
You dove and ripped me from myself.
My love I knew was only talk
I withered self-placed on the shelf.
I behold a smallish universe
I've created a monstrous cold.
In rebellion is my soul immersed.
And I'm beginning to feel so old.
I have no more prayers to breathe.
I have no more love to know.
All I have is broken need.
Yet His mercy, still does he show.
Relentless as a preying hawk
You dove and ripped me from myself.
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These poems posted this month so far are all older ones...mostly from my very early 20's...they show a less mature, more innocent individual... often wracked with good old protestant guilt. Feel free to skip any of these if you are looking through. Most of the newer stuff is much more interesting. I thought I'd post them all here just to keep the collection more or less complete. I have more to add that were never typed up...and I may or may not do so in the future.
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