Sabr
Was that old, worn out, rickety boat
Which kept me afloat
When the world around me, drowned
In terrifying, humongous storm
Sabr
Was that old, worn out, rickety boat
Which saved me
Like the arc of Noah
From the defeaning storm
Ready to crush me
With its sky-high water
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Poems: Scarred Sunshine (COMPLETED)
PoetryPoetry Of The Year - The Ice Award 2019 Let go of the world The world will chase you Hold on to the Lord He will heal you
