Jesus, Where Are My Orbs

by Robert S. Harding - Sagittarius

	Jesus where are my orbs
	                           my inclined mind,
	A parasitic worm has torn my Bible
	Out of a cage,
	                            My life has escaped,
	My conscience has blown towards ale ends.
	Personally I find no life here at all
	It's only some inner feeling
	That's here.
	                    A little while ago one of us
	knew,
	Since then one of us has done what we were to do,
	the other falls pricking,
	                     scraping his flesh against tools
	and blind minstrels.
	In that vacant lot I'm as useless as here.

Birth sign: Sagittarius
Date created: 2001-02-03 18:51:26
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:43:29
Poem ID: 60021

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