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Teach Me to Spell

Stained Glass

By Tristan ReavesPublished 8 years ago • 1 min read

Teach Me to Spell

Watching church through a stained glass

Disappointed with my present, more so my past.

How can I be progressing so slow

when I'm living so fast?

I have such a tendency to live on E. so why do I act so spiritually gassed?

Wondering why he hasn't answered some of the prayers I've asked.. then I realize..he can't hear me shouting out to him when I'm wearing a muffled mask.

I can't grow if I choose to stay in this self-molded cast.

Tryna navigate through life on my own, it's no wonder I crashed.

Reading the word but being read by the world..let's see if you can spell. the only difference between the two is me getting the "L."

It's like I'm trapped in hell

I got the keys but I'm waiting for someone else to open the cell.

I just wanna be set free

So why do I continue being this unsatisfied, emptier version....of me

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    Written by Tristan Reaves