THE HURT

© RYAN GUILEY

Take my hand, as I take yours,

No person shall succeed,

As their resources are coarse,

It is only their evil hands that feed.

 

As one approach, they hide,

Moving the day, to another,

It is a matter, to show their lies,

Their houses can’t all be undercover.

 

Those who judge, will desire gluttony,

As our spirits lasts through all ages,

It is those who will starve without cutlery,

As, a new letter will be written in pages.

 

Vividly that God watches the hurt,

Rendering to most crucial moments,

No person shall be alone or desert,

From their love for the good of atonement.

 

A storm will break free to corrupt lands,

Shaking the ground to be awake,

Fires will burn through their sinful plans,

As she wears and holds onto the keepsake.

 

Beware of their demands for they leash,

As it brings to upmost coward phases,

They shall learn from the past to teach,

For life, is not complete without mazes.

 

A wise person knows when to push,

For they wipe any stains that past,

So there was a slam of a door that gush,

When open, it made a loud crash.

 

This letter will approach a new form,

For it is Denise who guards the gate,

We all shall act freely and be born,

And walk and eat of any desirable plate.