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I thought I heard a voice over the stillness of the busy road, eyes full of light. I am no farmer, I am no dumb. I am a man of education. A Bonafide modern man. A scholar. I Recognize that I am not the best, I am no king. yet, this verse does not qwell my anxiety I thought I heard a voice over the busy street, where I sat in the office, glaring white lights, in my black tie, trousers, and heard a voice that gave me peace, gave me comfort. Where did that voice come from? Loud and intruding…first Surprising, next, comforting, last fearfully awful AWFUL, I desired you. You came and I desired you. But in my desiring, were you real? Did you speak? Or did I speak I had the confidence of… Propped up 8, maybe 10 rungs. I slept in comfort. Waking up to a broken car? Broken Car? how arbitrary? But enough to disgust me. Where do I go now? The comfort after days, weeks of that AWFUL FEARFUL DISGUSTING feeling brings me to her face. Although at first, I see nothing until she speaks or I read. Then my imagination spins, it spins like a go-round. I thought I heard your voice over the stillness of those many busy roads, but I've lost my footing that I have fallen to my knees… O Lord, Pluckest me out…