too much sadness
Shall I pray to wake up in Heaven?
Shall I plea to die here on Earth?
There is too much sorrow and fear in this living.
Too much crying, and sighing, and no worth.
A war is waging full of battles
Inside the minds of those who feel screams and hear pain.
Volcanic eruptions cause hearts to bleedout leaving
Deep scars stained and sealed in afterbirth.
Sweet babies lost in destruction.
Sweet mamas dripping milk.
Where are the papas running,
While the children are feeling guilt?
There is a darkness looming.
The waters and sky become one, once more.
It is the time of Alpha and Omega;
The Reckoning, the coming of the Lord.
These days of nights are within me
And cover my soul, my spirit, my light.
So shall I speak with language?
Or, shall I write the visions of my blight?
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2016-12-09 at 04:37
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