A week of Obsession


I sit and look at the overwhelming mountains… and think about everything…
This poem should be self explanatory…
A Large group meeting,
Teaching the truth.
The Exit signs,
Keeping it cool.
Background experience,
Blinding the love.
Selfish behavior,
Out of Control.
Maybe I’m different,
Oh Lord above!
The good feels awkward,
The bad feels worse.

I smear it with lipstick,
The sin is still here.
These roots full of envy,
walking on fear.
Open my heart Lord!
Forgive my soul!
Oh please God help me…
I feel alone…
Working so hard here,
Not getting it done.
Miss Wintour is staring,
She is killing the world.
-Oro Continua

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