Bless Me. Poem by Justice JiteEda

Holding Him closely,
Patiently enduring,
Ernestly contending.

'Bless me', was my cry.
But you could add lifting me high.

Alone, left to fight my case,
I never chose to opt out of the race.
So I tightened my battle shoes' lace.
I did pull off the gloomy face.

Holding him closely,
never loosening my grip,
though from my in did life's water drip.

'Bless me', was my cry.
I won't let you go till my case you ply.