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| With feet all but shoed. |
Fingers. cold. the sun still dark
Stars glimmer not this night.
Driven from doors with feet all but shoed.
Twisted. spun. warped. misconstrued.
Incessantly shallow people lost in the gray,
Once i am the pale, the evil prevail.
Once i am the bright, a light, contrite.
Wind brisk of drear, and warm in may.
And my heart has whispered to long with out you.
A tired ticker that has ticked one too many lonely
gaps
Who are you? why do you evade me?
i'm trying to make good of why God made me.
A warrior, a fighter. a teacher, a writer.
A lover of the one who mothers our own.
i am everything. i am nothing.
What, oh God, will you have me be?
Why will you not show me, set me free?
Fingers. cold. the sun still dark
Stars glimmer not this night.
Driven from doors with feet all but shoed.
Twisted. spun. warped. misconstrued.
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