Whispering to heaven
Tide, gently carry my whispers
Across the grey clouds that glitter
With a silvery silver lining.
Across the saturated linings fighting my flaming words,
Beyond the vultures sailing the skies
To the angels who receive them with smiles.
Gab! harness my words into meaning;
Let them be a symphony amidst the chaos that rings
From the screams of souls locked out of heaven_
From the bottomless pits where heathens
Together with my shame reside.
Copyright © Constance Shandukurayi | Year Posted 2023
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