“I ain’t Jesus”


Is their an end

to my perennial sorrows,

I ain’t Jesus

then why

only abiding suffering.

Every night

my body so Stilled

lay in the bed,

But my  Restless  mind

wander in the dark

along with the clever wind,

The quest,

for the nameless

is still on,

It is growing

with every dusk

and every dawn.

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