Mislead

Dear God,
Forgive me,
For I have sinned;
I’m not sure I know you.

Forgive me
And my poisoned apple, but
I’m not sure I know you,
And my faith is slipping.

The poisoned apple has
Stained my hands red,
And my faith is slipping
Through the cracks of my fingers.

My hands are stained red,
Uncertain that you will catch me,
Through the cracks of your fingers,
But please, don’t drop me.

Uncertain that you will catch me,
For I have sinned.
But please, don’t drop me,
Dear God.





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