The Lightening bug

In sickness, I wrote of health; in strength, I whined about ailment. Never once has one thing held true for itself, never once have I tried to embrace what I had been offered for there was no satisfaction in earthly events. It was fabrication that revealed traces of concealed intentions and sweet deceit.

I await rains while the sky showered fire. I tried embracing the present but found myself lost in the realms of past and the maze with no end. The scars of subterfuge run deep. I now look at people with distrust, my mind and heart at war;

I wish I knew what I seek!

His Highness, Bharath was kind enough to help me in writing something๐Ÿฅบ

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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