Tabatha M. Wilson

(Dandridge, Tennessee, USA)

The Prayer - Poem by Tabatha M. Wilson

Forgive me Lord as I lie awake
with my water and my gin
It is a feeling I've acquired
not to lose or win
Though feelings are boiling in my heart
and Jerry's on my ears
I cannot promote them
even to my friends
I'm lost in admiration to a sold soul
someone who knows their home
Forgiving soul I am, I can't forgive me
defending the sword internally


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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