Critical Hour Poem by Singleton M. Tate
Critical Hour
Time won't hold out for me
Evil won't let me be
Suspended
Wanting darkness
Not Light
Losing not winning this fight
In trouble all of the time
Lost not finding my mind
Crazy
Embedded strife
Confusion weds
This prisoner of life
Quench this fire cause it raves
As my soul leans toward the
Grave
Crying for
A higher power
In any 'Critical Hour' Jesus Saves
From the book: 'Forte' of... The Artesian Well'
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4/25/2024 6:06:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Brilliant and very inspiring. I like this poem.