Such sweetness in the
space of waiting-
Minutes lush with time alone
to ponder
to question...
To hate humanity in
its weakness and
self-inflicted pain,
to indulge in the
decadence of doubt,
revel in my ignorance,
let my mind dance
with the wicked thought
that there may not
be a plan.
The beauty of the moments
where I am not the
messanger of the answer
of salvation,
the seconds where I dare admit
that there are those with whom
I do not care to
share the grace.
The instants where this
little room contains
MY secrets....
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.05 seconds at 4:04pm on Nov 05, 2024 via server WEBX1.