Hands Clasped on Hope
A poem, in three parts, partially inspired by Kanye West’s Jesus Lord.
Nauseous from a lack of sleep,
My sense and sentiments depleted
Feeling like I’ve felt this way
Since the rocks of sediment were seeded
Body built to be defeated,
Some take glee from being beaten,
But these bruised and battered hands
Are sick of swelling up and bleeding.
One foot before the other,
Travels to new and unknown places
Conflicts with those unknown faces
Mistakes my faith just ain’t erasing,
Find some solace in the sun
When it sets, the sky is blazing,
Night terrors just reminders
Of times and trials that still phase me,
But I know that if I hold on long enough
Then God will save me,
I just hope I have the strength and make it through
It’s heavy rain here.
That tapping on the window, that same tapping rots the trees,
Not seen as a man who would pray, pleading on his knees,
