13 May 2024
The idol I made has led me to grace
My existence and faith now governed by fate
Mistakes to my name are nailed to my praise
What's holier than my hate? It's ironic I hate...
Lost track of my task is all I've unmasked
Begging for wisdom, these fasts are numbing
The silence i basked in
Was the silence from Christ
My karma disarms me, it's taunting my light
The tables have turned, a taste of my portion
My woes keep on hunting me
Through idols I've nulled
YOU ARE READING
POETY: A COMPILATION
PoetryHealing through the pen. Growing through the pen. Spiralling through the pen. Acceptance through the pen. Forgiving through the pen.
