The Prowl

A Poem by Apollos

Sometimes we desire things that won’t fulfill us.

It’s been a while.
Back to The Prowl.
Denial of Your trial.
Justified yet feeling so foul.
Bombarded for another mile.
Underperforming...
So undeserving...
Ever yearning...
to keep the style.
Harboring criticism with a smile.

2 Faced.
Avoiding mistakes.
Wanting to be replaced.
Desperately seeking His grace.
Yet digging around the waste.
Longing to keep on pace.