A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

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Wednesday, April 11, 2018

bless my soul

Our cause isn't even a cause,
but it's lost
The effect on me
is something I need
but the cost isn't something
that we can pay.
Maybe someday,
maybe someday
we'll say.

And you believe it
but you're not hostage to your belief
And I can't see it
Even though it's all I see

You
You bless my soul
You give me proof
of things there's just no evidence for
And I don't want to know the truth
unless it's you

I found myself in things
that weren't there,
or anywhere apart from you
The times in my life I was so sure
Are pulling me back
pulling me back,
and through

'Cause you believe it
I am hostage to your belief
But you don't really need it,
And it's everything I need

You
You bless my soul
You give me proof
of things there's just no evidence for
And I don't want to know the truth
unless it's you

unless it's you
unless it's you

You're making aches in places in me
I'm not sure even exist
So maybe you've created them
They'd be all the more real for it
You took my soul in hands of clay
and sculpted shape, and gave it breath
and hid a light that went away
I still see all the world by it
there isn't any less

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