Vathalia Mae

Rookie (5/12/1995 / Virginia)

Shelter - Poem by Vathalia Mae

Dead awake my nightmare unfolds
As I endear stories untold.
The world runs away,
I'm glad it did not stay.
My life is full,
Yett so empty, so dull,
And suddenly I start to sway.

I pray to the only God,
And hope I am not a fraud.
I pray he heals me,
I pray I live,
I pray I can see,
And give when I need to give.

The ebony shelter rises from over my eyes,
And I look down from the starlit skies.
The life i'd lived in the shelter,
Was comfy and Held its own filter.
But Now that it's gone here's where I am,
Yet why do I feel like it was all just an Obscene scam?

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  • Gajanan Mishra (3/27/2013 12:24:00 AM)

    I pray to the only God. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 27, 2013

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