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…. …. … .. .

  1. loved reading it. will re read and ponder about the hidden meaning.

  2. This could lead to a novel….The Story of Ah. 😉

  3. this is a master piece.
    love the photo shot.
    fabulous flow.
    🙂

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