…spec

…im so tired-

so very very tired-

but my soul ain’t done livin,

and my thoughts got adhd-

feelin every spoken emotion, as each tear holds a question for God-

a seemingly silent God-

so my diseased mind suggests there are just too many souls in need of one being; and my worth is too low for the bother-

so I must wait longer…

to be seen-

to feel loved-

but my spirit creates wars against them-

these lies of lies-

because you love me father-

and you still see the filthy spec of me in a world of billions-

right?…

father?…

kb