The tears feel the poem

Don’t you think I know how you feel?

these words are not only from myself,

I am a used as a vessel through God’s humble self.

Of course I feel the pain

These words aren’t there to jest,

I have better things to do, yet it’s through the Father I acknowledge the manifest.

The tears are real

They hit a nerve to open up,

The tears from the window does honestly fill you and everyone else’s up.

This poem speaks the truth

You don’t have to accept the nastiness said,

Open your heart to the Father, now pray humbly and go to bed.

Jason

24th June 2024