ChurchgoerA Poem by Kelly A. BrownYou asked me to go to Church with you tonight To find a new reason To live a fulfilling life
We were scared. We were alone.
The bells chimed as we cried into our Godsouls and begged God not to Die again.
We walked through the Church's graveyard in search of ourselves. We held hands as I saw visions of my Youth.
The stained glass broke my skin and I bled open like the crucifixion.
God resides still in my mind, but I'm not so sure about his place in Heaven.
© 2008 Kelly A. BrownReviews
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1 Review Added on April 7, 2008 Last Updated on April 7, 2008 AuthorKelly A. BrownNJAboutI am a writer...I try to write from my soul. I am a fan of Charles Bukowski, Jack Kerouac, and the like. I love crazy poetry, but dislike poor spelling. I guess you can tell more about me by rea.. more..Writing
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