(Poem)
2: What Can I Say?
(Poem) Kings of the past that never last without You The good ones The wicked ones Or the in-betweens Battles came Battles went on Death, loss, and victory The common thread?
You
Breathing, and living, and moving, and being
Yet we are so blind to what we are truly seeing Experiencing Believing Talking?
It’s You
Praising?
To You
Life?
Because of You
Truth?
All of You
What can I say?
Thank You.
For some reason, the spacing went all wonky.
I apologize for that, I do not understand why it messed up in the way that it did.
Just know that the larger spacing is in between stanzas.