I
write to heed my sad suffering
And
thus duly wisely weathering
A
dark cloud that does shroud me
And
my sanity, a grave mentality.
My
delusions and also confusions
Can
become character creations,
And
as the nights madly pass by
I
am prone to shed a tear and cry.
I
am humane, gentle and soft
And
duly hold greatly aloft
A
morality of some sanity
To
apt Christian sensibility.
Regardless
of these abilities
I’m
still prone to be ill-at-ease.
©
Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
You have the rare quality of writing down exactly how you feel.
ReplyDeleteGod Bless You Andrew.
Yvonne.
Thank you Yvonne for your understanding. God bless you too. Love love, Andrew.
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