Nourish My Iniquities Poem by Antonio Liao

always fall of surrender,
that lapses in time
yet, the silent of your prayer
brings hope of power to leave; from step to
steps and door to doors
though nothing left me behind; an emptiness
that thirst to cry

view as your slave and ignite
me to fight
where can I turn too, when every minutes over
turn me
to die, as dawning stare the pain
the dark push every gain, oh
galloped of dusk, find me where I stand and
hold me in your invitation I come

wish I come with the wind you want...