I was so happy and carefree in my last post. I was giddy with the idea of total creative freedom. Now i can't even bring myself to log on. What was I thinking? POETRY?!
Is that Jesus in the picture? I think he's helping me while I lie helpless in that weird suspended cot. I am impotent and Jesus is helping me rise...did that come out dirty? I didn't mean it. Who are all of those people out in the audience? Why is there an audience? Why are all of you staring at my limp and lifeless blog?!!!! Look away! This is between me and Jesus! Give me back my dignity for God's sake!
Poetry has broken me...........
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Poetry. Breaks. Everyone.
It might be Jesus.
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