bowed

Posted: April 1, 2016 in Poetry

Late last night i bowed
to a lonesome, crippled god
Weary and broken
yet as solid as molded gold
He knew my pain
And my wounds he tenderly kissed
He invited me to his world
Where all wrongs are righted
I reached him out in desperation
And he promised bitter absolution ..

 

David

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