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At this Point I Hate Trying to Sleep
 
the quiet dialog of the darkness,
and the cool air blowing through the vent,
mix with,
the intense,
constant,
incessant beats of my heart,
that bring to mind the rapping,
of a black raven at my chamber door,
nearly drive me to tearing holes,
in my mattress so to escape any ambience.

Lord, Lord,
why can't i hear You?
or am i deaf?
can i not see You,
or have i just looked away?

and if You can't answer me,
just this moment,
i guess i understand but,
please,
give me patience,
and give it to me now.

oh, i'm a mess, Father!

By southernblood

© 2009 southernblood (All rights reserved)

 

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