#403 – unsung



I am not a good soul

I tire of others

my friendships breathe shallow

beneath envy that smothers

I feed on dark rain

though I pray for the sun

as I walk my night streets

deep into the slum

where fear is deafening

and God’s grace is unsung




About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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