Wounded I Fall

Fallen into the pit of consequences

I am suffering,

I am bleeding

I am crying for help.

 

As, my master commands

A master who is my creator,

A creator who believes to be my God

A god who wants to run me, control me.

 

Only the almighty can help me come over it

A light of blessing can only heal me,

A voice of assurance can bring me back to life

A holy touch can only remove my scars.

 

Waiting for the almighty 

Dying for help

Cursing my being,

Lying on the bed of spikes

I am hoping for some miracle to happen.

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