House Of Gold Poem by IceTee Junior

House Of Gold



Dear Jannah, I'm still a sinner
Despite my struggle, my sins kept growing larger
It was a single sin that caused my parents to lose thy smell
How do I thee with a sin of shrapnel
Oh my goodness, what an abode you are
Built on golden bricks and mortar of silver

House Of Gold
Saturday, December 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: aspiration,desire,heaven,love,reflection,religion
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