Poetry

A Way Of Escape By: Caleb Hammonds


Used to sleep in the closet praying. Hoping God would protect me
Everyday was constant testing
“Jesussss! I need you!” I screamed in my car. I did that every night around midnight,
While no one was around
Hoping the angels would hear the sound of my broken spirit
I was hoping for a feeling of security but it never came
If things would change, I promised to help a soul going through the same.  I’ll live my life assisting them. Only the broken would be my friends

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