i
No longer do I feeleth so lonesome, as realist friend's art in view
God sitteth right next to me, in his grace, I'm pulled from the pit;
I no longer am thirsty, I haveth all I do needeth, none more bleeding, but seeing in all perspective now, I'm alive, none death.
ii
None more saying alas, mine heart is fused back together, thus before it was shattered to be glass, though this vessel is conjoined; back to wherein it was, its freely sweetened, mine depression is overcometh, from experience and love I'm greeted.
iii
I'll taketh the good, when the good doth showeth, I'll grabbeth the hand's, of truest dearest one's, I'll continue in spirit, and kindly floss the others hatred with love; dead yet living in a state unknown to Misfortunate's, given against the awe of existing.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry