Promises Poem by Dorsey Baker
Promises
Master of confusion
Satan is the dark cloud
that downpours
the heavy rain of illusion
Fleshly desire
is the dead
end street
that burns the bottoms
of your feet
You see yourself
in the nakedness
that is mirrored upon the wall
and you beg
for mercy as your tears
begin to fall
You wait
for the help
that is promised to arrive
but when it comes
will you still be alive? !
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