- Category: Community Poetry
- Written by Zany Lynn
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Camped out lot
Dry as hell
Nothing more
Yet to tell?
Maybe not.
Sure to go
More to know
Pixies
Pin us
Just believe;
Ingrained hope
Lost!
No scope.
I just need to see it go
My soul in hunger
Thirsty for His hand
To hold,
Onto something
Mighty; being
Like I dream
Mine is minor
Some may say
But each blunder
A price to pay...
Feel so lonely
Cold and dark
I wonder if Daddy
Can save me
with His spark
Hope I won't miss
His boat that hails
All who come by
On heaven's shores
