Empty Poem by Ted L Glines

Empty



Empty
by Ted L Glines

Empty places ache
“fill me” anguish cries aloud
satan hugs you now

arms of soul outstretched
grasping offered solace bliss
falling into hell

flaming pits of pain
gaping emptiness is filled
too late for jesus.

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Ted L Glines

Ted L Glines

Long Beach, California USA
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