Lines and Dots that Somehow Connect.
Cover that mouth
before speaking
and convince
your God, in
ten words or less
that your soul,
is worth saving.
Cry yourself
to sleep and
burn inside
the comfort, of
your own guilt.
Because, we all
have those ghosts
living in our skin.
Waiting to come out
when we breathe.
A man can only harbor
so much contempt,
before handing
it out for free.
