Bad Poetry

My name is Caleb Gorey

The narrative is

My brain is a literary Rubik’s Cube and not even I can solve it

The network of my nerves are syntactic

And my blood vessels are but a poem

Clotted with cells of writer’s block

Because my heart is deprived of the right words to gift  my mouth

And my liver faults again and its screaming

“You can’t have it!”

I...

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If God cares for flowers or birds in a tree

Surely this God will care for me

His son gave His life that His love I might see

Even the sparrows have given a key

The sound of His word no worry to be

This same awesome word brought life to a sea

So when I am worried the Bible I'll read

And in this warm heart He'll water a seed

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