It Would Be Useless To Title This Anything More Than 'pointless'

Dear god,

 

I use to pray that the endless

Days of my shame would be washed away

By the crest of one man’s feet

And the jaw of another’s deceit

I would be free to be everything except me

And live out any sane person's biggest dream

Bigotry would caress the side of my cheek

And I would look away

Like it was just another breath of air

Coaxing my cold ear

 

But now i just don't have the time.

 

 

Author's Note

last oldie


long title. i knwo

haha
promise


i barely remember
the person who wrote this

kinda weird

Reviews

[Engulfed in Flames]

i like your author note.

"i barely remember the person who wrote this"

Poem is awesome too.