Some kind of draft

A Poem by zimmerkearneaux

Eat my pride, open my seams

Don't let me hide, here or in dreams

Sweep me to sea, cleanse my harrows

Turn the tide, roll me to shallows

River grow wide, river narrow

Take me to town in your revel

Slide me down another level

Show me how you ain't the devil

Contort my soul, void it of form

Rebirth my role in your storm

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Added on June 18, 2018
Last Updated on June 18, 2018

Drifter, dreamer. Gettin' lost in order to be found. God should be the one prayin' more..