Chasing the Devil

I wonder not in feet

Going backwards to the end


We all can sit here and pretend

The players arrive

Jesus is one too

Only time I am free

I didn’t take it very well

A face in the crowd-

Yours stuck with me

God’s gift is today

To undo the disappointment of yesterday

Writing hurts -others say don’t exist

The day says farewell-

Night’s darkness wipes it clean-

Unable to hold on to

Scars you left on me

To partake

I whisper words

I grasp for air

Dark shadows I fear

The night drags me

I felt all the hate in you

William J Breen Jr


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