Prayers & Grace
Landed on the realization & reasonings behind the phrase, "saving grace"
Maybe I should save, my grace
& Let it dispel amongst those who'll jump with me in the fire
Not deliberately ignite the flames
& Watch beneath their deceitful gaze
Deeply rooted & aware of the cause
Prancing through with grace withdrawals
Deeply rooted for so long..
Some days I feel I've been there, alone
Maybe if I rise, joy would meet me, more frequently
So close to accepting that it all wasn't what it seemed to be
Literal in my clauses-- we are deemed to see
The prayers weren't mirages
It's all instinctively, set up to be my offense
So graciously
The loveliest are my defense, for every trace of me
Prayers & Grace, infinite in this spiritual haze...
But I hope it clears..
& I can love you, how I was designed to.
About the Creator
VioletSun
Dalvin.
Some of my writings are inspired by this(or these) incredible artist on twitter.
https://twitter.com/lvl374?s=20
There rest are, well... me.
Tortured Soul
The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
By C. Rommial Butler5 days ago in Fiction
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