imperfect life

by nor vang - Scorpio

Life is not made of great
As I, in fact everyone,
Err through the definition of mortality
Moments in times where days are full of stubburnness
No assistance from others to thicken the frustration lines
No instances are fine - -

Sitting at dinner table alone,
Feet horizontally to the maple floor,
Hands plastered vertically
Minds focused with internal body
Eyes shut:

	"God, lend me a sword
	Or a voice to correct
	The mistakes of my Life -
	Doubt tomorrow
	Will be the cycle of today -
	Next sun ray,
Things will be unorganize
	And unstable -

	My Savior,
	Give me advises
	To define,
	To unitized
	This indefinite aches?"

God is a perfect word to heal the mourn
And,
My questions were silently born - -

  

Reason for writing:

    prayers will help    

Birth sign: Scorpio
Date created: 1999-10-03 00:32:55
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:24
Poem ID: 53419

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