Romans

Alphabet Ravine13 Comments

I don’t understand
why I can’t have
what I want.

I don’t understand 
how I want
what I don’t grab.

If I will to walk away 
while I’m longing to stay,
who am I to claim one name?



What happened to me? 
How can I 
even ask?

Haven’t I always 
been 
this way-

“Life’s race 
didn’t cause 
me to break;

I just
stumbled up
to the starting gate”?



Am I no work of art 
but one little part 
of a whole?

Do I even 
matter
at all?

Why am I so distinct
in my dance with the brink
if it causes me so much pain

(and the details fade away)?



‘Cuz something about this 
feels so superficial-
I’ve cued the gospel.

The psalms are repetitive!

And I 
keep on writing.
I keep, keep on writhing.

I’m never satisfied;
I only long to die.

If you’re the answer,
what don’t I understand? 
What aren’t I getting yet?

How’d my heart 
get so far
from my head?

Don’t I bear,
don’t I claim
one name?

My will is on fire;
My heart is a liar.
My mind is a brothel-

Oh, I need the gospel!


I need you
alone,
my king.

I need you,
my savior 
and king.

13 thoughts on “Romans”

  7. Merhaba İstanbul geneli tüm escort bayanların yer aldığı istanbul escort sitesini sizde ziyaret ederek beğendiğiniz bayan ile randevu oluşturabilirsiniz. Hayalleriniz ve rüyalarınız gerçekleşecek ve çok güzel anlar yaşıyacağınızdan eminim.

    Like

    Reply

Leave a comment