Oh WellA Poem by PeteFools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. - Thoreau![]() Everyday. God holds me prisoner. Forcing me to see things I don't want to see. And be what I don't want to be. Sustained only by the spring of truth's well. Just beyond the reach of Hell. Without rhyme or reason. I commit spiritual treason. Please make him stop before I change too much and don't know myself anymore. As he holds open life's trap door and Heaven keeps a hard-luck score ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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