Poetic-Verses
GOD-FORSAKEN I
Purple head; the square theorem
I faint for fear of fallen fents
I can't surm out the title band
I listen
But there is no voice
Does God hear
Or care?
I can't hear
I am not sure
But wait to prove
“If it be so with me,
Why am I thus”
Why should my case
Be such
As one I heard
With dust on hair
Parading through the streets
And brooms inside the hair
Rain falling on
The skin the wholed clothe
That dry too soon
And face a rain?
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GOD-FORSAKEN I
GOD-FORSAKEN I