20th April, 2016 Writers


I never plant grain of good on this field of life daily,

   I know evil; evil knows me, bound by blood,

God forgives freely and I commit freely

  Thee flaws powerful I can't wage your flood.

Sometimes my tears flow like Amazon,

  How lawlessly contaminate the horizon,

Yea! The Angels go through sword to pay,

  Count how many of them since my birthday.

As the clock counts days, sins forecast my fate,

 How bad I despise paradise, can't control my blood rate,

I hate that hell loves my soul limit without measure,

  How easy do you think he can succumb to my salvation pressure?

When I mutter my prayers, I don't even know what I'm saying,

 Lord forgive me, for I know not what I'm doing.

Uche Chidozie Okorie

Akwa Ibom, Nigeria
  • Religious poem... Of a soul that seeks salvation.

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