The Whisperer
soul for Satan
spread seed in me
demons for let
impassioned on my verdant turf
not virginity but
but openness to irreverent way of being
God,
don’t let them eat at me
can’t handle paralysis of sleep
or waking up in unwakeable dreams
no matter what I plea
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I think this poem is a beautiful testament to the struggle of all those who call on God from such a broken world. Well done!
“or waking up in unwakeable dream” — chilling. Powerful poem!
i sawed what you did there
(clever)