As I kneel in time to pray, I ask thee, Lord, to mend my ways. And though I know to do my part Change is often hard and tart.
By Ash Quill2 years ago in Poets
Silence fills my heart and soul, Outside, there’s happiness and jitter, Inside, I’m black as coal I burrow ever deeper into this dark hole,
If I could wait but two days more, To come upon death’s still door. Would I have given half a day, To think of those along my way?