Broken Path
I will raise my fist to the sky!and damn You!
I will pound the ground!
tear at my hair!
cry and wail 'till my face is swollen and sore!
There is no prayer
no Writ
no Word
that seems to heal the anger
towards Your perceived cruelty
I tried to follow Your Will
and was led down a cruel choice
was it my will?
Your will?
or the will of others that led me there?
No matter.
the infected bitterness remains
poisoning my heart
And I feel truly lost
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2013-12-05 at 12:01
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