Some prick

 

You’re so far away,

Yet you’ve got my whole history all about you,

My eyes have never known drought since I met you,

And now my world is flooded, thanks too¿

You asked the other day

Why my face is a blue sky?

 When yours is a blue moon¿

Why  my  poems  never  run  dry,

Why my heart never made it to the ark,

Like the pain you’ve caused, I could fit in a box¿

Sometimes I wish I could tho, then I can scuttle it

And pray to God that it never be washed ashore!

When I look up, I think my father in heaven

Finally comprehends my pain to the core,

On earth, he never fully understood,

But now he sees everything.

Emmanuel “A penny for my tots”

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