My Creed Poem by Craig Moses Uche

My Creed



When I ran the Mediterranean desert
Burns were my only excerpt
The stare of the sun
Did put my heart on the run

Knees bent
And my heart rent
Blisters painted on my middle rib
Which crystals into a baby on dis crib

In the mist of a land so dry
I poured out a cry
Seeking t water it with a tear
But my ply it refused wear

The color of the sun I couldn't discern
Yet I sought a pious concern
To look upon this stately seed
And make her my creed

To give ears to her petition
To applaud her rendition
To wear her tears
And bear all of her fears

In the mist of rough sand
I'll stand
That I may attend her need
And assume her as creed

Saturday, September 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
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