Not Whole
I want to jump on my fellow man,
I want to leave this world behind,
I would use my friend as a stepping stool to Heaven is I could,
I am not whole, much less holy,
I know you want me to be holy.
I hug the trunk to afraid to release my grip,
Out on the limb is my neighbor I swore to protect and love like myself
And have already forsaken him for self assurance that is fading as I
speak,
I am not whole, much less holy,
I know you want me to be holy.
Author Note: i sometimes want to kill people or at least hurt them when they manipulate others or hurt themselves. i pondered on how i was suppose to be holy like god when i am not a god. it is really hard, but we are forgiven by grace.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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