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He lives in fear of scandalizing God;
So, never having lived, he longs to die.
Why has my God forsaken me, he cries,
Left here where everybody else is flawed?
He piles on prayers like greensmen laying sod;
Without his rosary not a day goes by.
He lives in fear of scandalizing God;
So, never having lived, he longs to die.
His soul's become reflected in his bod-
y—crippled, pinched, stoop-shouldered and half blind.
That he should be condemned to cling to life—
Obsessed with death, he finds it very odd.
He lives in fear of scandalizing God;
So, never having lived, he longs to die.
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Comments: 35
not sure who we[you] are talking about here; I have my days you know?
Thank you for sharing with Watching The Wind Blow By
Thank you for submitting to: Not Gathering Dust!
Your success at a rondel prime has its place at Mindful Poetry.
But maybe this comment belongs on your other post about faith...
The rosary element is true to life and probably more prevalent than you think among American Catholics over--I don't know, what?--70.
Thank you submitting to Gathers Luminous Writers and Artists.