Slip Of Faith Poem by Nat Z. Punx

Slip Of Faith



things get bad sometimes
things get confusing sometimes
so confusing
a person cannot tell
if they are moving
dead or alive
a soul static
staring at the
kaledescope of life
falling and crawling across it's eyes
a corpse flying down the interstate
in the back of a caddy hearse
gone begging for a chunk of land
soul slip to dock it's cargo
in the oceans of eternity

today my mind was so clouded
i thought of prayer
surrender
i called on st. ames
his wisdom
came through
thank you tommy

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Nat Z. Punx

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peoria illinois usa
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