“No Rest For The Wicked”

I'm dying you know,
I'm crying as the wind blows,
carrying my tears
to far off lands,
to hearts where nobody gives a damn.

Much like here,
the bitterness truly tasted,
that which is called life
as cold blue steel,
invades my weak minded thoughts.

Yet for safety sake,
I breathe in and out slowly,
so my wicked thoughts
no condemnation, 
for stealing God's most precious gift.

Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
“Precious gifts are we in the eyes of God”

Published by poetryofemotions5778

I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on three other books at the present time. The first is entitled "The Angel and the Witches, the second is "Once Upon A Halloween" and the third is "The Devil's Playground".

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