Unrest

It’s like an inferno,
Stuck in the constant loop of being lit,
Not able to go any further,
Unable to burn,
Impotent like soap unable to lather,
I’d rather,
Be stuck in an urn,
Awaiting freedom,
Awaiting closure,
Awaiting my kin to gain composure,
Or face doom,
In the darkness no afterlife,
No promise of soon,
Eternal life,
Brought forth by the holiest Christ,
No this is not a sermon,
And I am not a Mormon,
My purpose here is blessed,
My purpose is to state & rest the unrest.
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