Without you

Dazzled in wealth with milk and honey flowing, I look to my face

 

Silk from head to toe no corn in my row but my emotions have no place

 

at the mountain top, success on the clock with no sense of direction

 

living like a rose, glitter, glam pose and consumed with outward

 

perfection.

 

                                     I can’t. I can’t live without God.

 

Humans look upon the outward appearance but God looks upon the heart

 

Without God I have no peace inside, I am a well-groomed corpse rotting by part.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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