An Astringent
That Clears
And Purifies My Soul
Reaches For My Soul
But Recks With My Mind
This Estrange Poison
That Has No Elixir
But I Tend To Swallow Down
Its Mistakes
And Regurgitate
On Excuses
Settle For The Less Part
Of Me
Of Limits
And Pulled Hair
From Frustration
Since My Change
Is Afraid Of God’s Time
And Future
Has Been A Mystery
Since The Beginning
I Will Just Have To
Endure Broken Haphazards