Thursday, 18 January 2024

That time..

That time I felt the source
The beauty of God, what a force!

I was tearing 
Releasing all this pain,
The anguish and hurt from others I wasn’t able to refrain.

People telling me what I need to do
I will now tell them to go away, they don’t feel my pain for which I ensue.

I am not perfect, nor would I want to proclaim 
Yet these words are those who may feel them, or neglect what they deeply contain.

Jason
19th January 2024

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