Touch. Zeal. Forward. Reveal.
That’s why I remain silent;
My resolve to me only evident;
Carrying twisted remnants of data capture.
No trust of romantic love, this is my Rapture.
Absentee embraces could never persuade me
to launch an escape to erode the everyday segueway
to the ministerial parade.
Sunrise feels gloomy, GOD’s voice the only serenade.
by Jerriè McGill