HEART HOLD MY HAND
Ho, hello holy heart, hold my hand.
You are the only one to understand
What and where I reign to stand
Hold my hand. Hold my unholy hand.
Tangled things, tears and tensions ache so my soul.
To the angels around, I’m the sinful white
Fungus of a leprous whim surrounding me whole
To make me mine’s city covered in blight.
Hold my hand, make me a fountain
That falls freely in the court of the day.
Hold me and let my soul maintain
The grip of hope every night, I do pray.
©️ William Warigon™️
📸Abu Abstar Ishaku