Assuming God is real,

My abyss, trickling down,

Still disseminates a

Putrid smell. While a frown,

Curved like glory, breathes myrrh.

Christi, corpus, would I

Follow your teachings? Now

Pittoresque passed me by,

I'll take your ring and bow.

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Get this guy a mic and a crowd I shed a tear reading this

Wow! I really hesitated before posting this poem publicly. I'm so glad to hear it resonated with you, my decision will have been worth it.

by Robyn; 1759257238; Report

I love poetry I used to write a lot but then I stopped for..sum reason... but this kind of inspired me to go back to it. Thank you for sharing it <3