deepundergroundpoetry.com

Covenanted

Moot I was in the face of hell.
Bloody screams of wordless complaint,
bound helpless to the Circumstraint -
just eight days old, he taught me well.
Of man and God, he did acquaint.
Written by psychomachia (Jeff Hazelwood)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1 reading list entries 1
comments 6 reads 993
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
POETRY
Today 7:48pm by Grace
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:54pm by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:32pm by Ahavati
COMPETITIONS
Today 1:26pm by Rew
SPEAKEASY
Today 12:16pm by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 12:12pm by Ahavati