endless pursuit
of a soul
utterance
requests
a bit heartfelt
mostly prompted by fear
he does not want to lose control
so he recites to GOD to hear
not at all thinking these are vain repetition
he perceives they have power he must repel
so voices in his head he tells
in his shortsighted way
to leave... to vacate the premises
well who am I to really say
his prayers are truly blemished
yet these spirits are continually in the way
it is a mechanism to me disingenious
but his everyday reality
these visions remain plenteous
oh how hideous
death go away
tracy ferguson cooper
About the Creator
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