I Pray It Haunts Hereafter
- jwhhobbs22
- Jan 10
- 1 min read
My flesh and bones
Are owned to make weals
Callous and harden
In pursuit of my strengths
As it pliantly obeys follies
No true achievement
Was won in this life
Without doses of panic
Rage and hot hearts
Bent and broke over
Resolute purpose.
And flowing moment to moment
What words of worth are mine
Minute detail in the form gifted
And I made some small worth of
The physical vessel I can
Make half-art of
Which holds my soul until such
Life I cage is done
What song and scream I pray haunts the hereafter.
By J.W.H. Hobbs.
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