I don’t want it

Who wants your
thoughts and prayers
when all you do
is stare coldly –

and with malice
in heart…

at those who
cry out
for grace.

We are all dying
in slow motion
that is
the poetry
of living.

I don’t hold grudges, I echo frequencies
the crescendo of blessings,
the truths we confess
on bended knee
that allows us
to see with
clarity…
those aligned against us
so we declare –
with the Lord
on throat…
to our foes

cease or desist…
or be eviscerated
on the wrong end
of tomes
and removal
from sight and mind –
while you are here…
I beg of you
like Bruce Banner
or Bill Bixby
don’t vex me…
you won’t like me
when I’m angry
or when my heart
goes dark…

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes