There are sure moments of grit and despair..
My heart and my mind channeled towards my Lord in pair.
Memory lane twists and turns buried in my cade circle like a barricade.
Obscene vibes of others drawing me to it's shade.
Our mistakes affect us solely, for there would be no one else to blame.
And that's the time with disgust you would often feel blame..
In thy light they say, so I keep my endeavours in layers.
When the going gets tough, I've no option than to bow my hearts out in prayers.

© Amos_Hunter