Sunday, 6 January 2019

Dear God

I am a feeble song
Doing melodic things
Tired and starved of holy ephiphenies
Guitar strings fighting to carve out a nicer tune,
Me- standing almost like a vocal zombie
Singing godwardly out of spirit convulsions
Calling out, shouting !
Apparently singing into that elusive-soprano -hallelujah
Fighting to be a meaningful note
The halo of it lost in forced ululations
Fighting to sing
My madness enough to occupy many pews
Common sense lacking & the eerie things bountiful

Find me in your abstracts.

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