Idol Poem by Anna Naumovych

Idol



No, you are not the Snake from the Eden's Garden,
Neither demon nor the devil.
You make my peace and senses ardent,
Inspire me, and I forget that I've been careful.
You are my sorrow and grief,
Your frozen eyes shoot my birds,
You step on me as if I'm a fallen leaf,
I need to believe your illusory words.
Please, write me a Bible,
My only idol.

Saturday, November 24, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: belief,believe,bible,birds,demons,eden,eyes,garden,god,grief
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