melissaahowells
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I don't believe in miracles
or your prayers too much has passed I have changed prayers are a convenience easy false conveyances words mumbled when people willingly choose not to proffer a hand it was Gods will or it was Gods plan it reeks to me of the lack of the care of man or the act of a true friend prayers are only mere words they smack of true in-action miracles will not happen in my life simply because you wave the magic wand and wish save your cheap words they make a poor meal a meager dish if you wish to be of service in all kindness do not disservice me with your words act do or be with me true only in your body but never with your puny words they mean little almost less than nothing in the end truth be told they did offend your words alone accomplished nothing. copyright September 4 2016 ALL LEGAL RIGHTS TO THIS WORK TO THIS SITE TITLE ARE EXPRESSIVELY RESERVED BY THIS AUTHOR/WRITER Meloo/Melissa A Howells/ straight from her Tilt-a-World...site title is legal copyright by this author. as William Blake's poem title says... straight from "Songs of Experience." this poem came straight from a song of my (miserable) experience. sometimes it is better and best to be silent and stand by your friend(s) then to deliver hollow words re-edited on September 11th...and now I am wholly satisfied with the end product here; in that it expresses what I want to say. Vote for this poem |
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