Struggling Bastard Poetry

good vs. evil, poetry, christian poetry

Poetry by Ingrid Jennings

The pain on my soul scrambles my thoughts

into fuming desires blazing in my body ready to

take hold of all sins from hell.

Fighting though fatigue, I cry out for The Lord.

Satan answers quite quickly devouring my

anguish, feeding off my demonic ravings.

Receive me dear Lord!

Answer my call!

Feeding myself childish rhymes and lullabies to

remove satans grip from around my heart.

Inhaling a rose, I exhale snake debris.

Approaching slowly the hem of God

Just one touch,

It’s all I need!

One touch and I’m freed.

Poetry | Christian Poetry | Struggle


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