Damaged Goodz

Damaged,
Internally.
While screaming out His name into the sky!
Knowing He won’t float down,
From his cloud.
Knowing I will never hear his voice correct my words again…
But,
Some way,
Some how,
I still feel heard.
I still feel the presence of a loving man who vowed to lift me from the edge of the curb.
I don’t know…
But,
Every poem written is like hugging Him again.
Every poem written is like,
The advice He gave me when I begged the lord to not wake me up,
Again…
Every poem written is like,
The knowledge he bestowed upon me in order to just,
Fight the good fight…
Still
I’m damaged internally.
While screaming out His name into the sky!…
Knowing that some way,
Some how,
He still hears me…
I mean,
How could I still be alive if he wasn’t?
Is a question I ask myself often…

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