Sinners Like Me

Sinners like me,
Listen;
If you should go
There before me
Tell Hades not to
Hope for my coming.
.
There is a place, up there
In the sky, fathers abode
I want to go,
From where I was
Brought to my
Mothers home.
.
Though the
Corruption of time
Has had me
Grown so big, that
I'm afraid I may not
Anymore be able to
Fit through that same road
Through which
I was brought here.

poem by Efe Benjamin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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