ahhh (pt 3)
so as if i never left
IT comes back in a breathe,
i can feel IT deep down
inside of my chest,
right where my heart beats
so tender like a breast,
made for a baby
that’s where I feel best..
Good Lord Please
give me strength
& show me mercy,
ive been a knuckle head
who has occasionally
cursed thee,
I have no excuse
other than it’s because my flesh is unworthy,
I pray you over look/forgive
all asshole workings…
I would say dumb stuff
& then dip on out,
not fully understanding
I have the power of life or death coming out of my mouth,
so technically
ive been like a cheating spouse,
sticking it were I could put it
and not even (considering beforehand) caring about..
How the other feels
oh goodness, how I miss you,
here comes the tear storms
im going to need many a tissue,
I do all these things
because I got a heavy crop of issues,
once again not an excuse
just my long drawn out way of saying, I will never diss you..
but even that feels & sounds
so meaningless and obsolete,
I can stand up
leaving the dirt that’s on my knees,
hold out my hands
as if I can reach thee,
moan my hymn
that my soul wants to scream..
ahhh… ahh ah…..
ahhh, ahh, ah
ahhhhh…. …. … .. .
loved reading it. will re read and ponder about the hidden meaning.
This could lead to a novel….The Story of Ah. 😉
this is a master piece.
love the photo shot.
fabulous flow.
🙂