deepundergroundpoetry.com

Cleaning Day

Round and round and round I go
When I drop, hell if I know
I won't drive myself insane
Catastrophizing every pain

I must accept it's up to God
What becomes of this fragile bod
It's truly the good Lord's call
When it's time to take my fall

I just request the chance to cleanse my act
I've made quite a mess, and that's a fact
Sure, it's still in God I trust
But Lord just look at all that dust...  
Written by crowfly
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 11 reading list entries 0
comments 17 reads 740
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 11:01pm by AverageJoe
COMPETITIONS
Today 10:26pm by Anne-Ri999
SPEAKEASY
Today 10:05pm by Josh
COMPETITIONS
Today 9:54pm by Fiftysevenhours
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:51pm by Casted_Runes
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:08pm by Wafflenose