SHEDDING SELF
This flesh, a concubine to your spirit Jealous, selfish, callous, self centred Immoral, unyielding, now discovered My desires don't even fit I say the words and do the things that please me I get a result of failing each time I try Now, Lord hear me I am tired of a body that is not worthy So, make it yours Away from me, take all the grime Along with you, make me rhyme I hate myself without You This body is not mine Not now. Not ever. The mind-wrecking, life-stretching thoughts are all signs That I need you. ✨✨✨ © Dassah'21