The Trumpets

I think this is one of my most random poems. I'm not use to poems and this is probably my fifth throughout life so far. This is about a man who lost sight of God's message and has been shot

I sit out under the stars

Wondering exactly where you are

I wonder if you had any knowledge

That I lost sight of your message

O Lord, I think I'm done

All because I thought it would be fun

I hear them though my eyes are shut

Do you?

Do you hear the trumpets?

I wonder if they're meant for me or my friend

Maybe if I didn't fire that bullet it wouldn't be the end

All I know is that I'm frozen on the red carpet

I lost it, O Lord

Please forgive me, My soul is poured

Take it and make it whole again

Please take me to the light, amen.

The trumpet... they've stopped

Please, don't leave me to drop

White light slowly fades away

Seems I'll live to see another day

You've made me whole

Now I know I'll be ok

Author's Note

ignore all problems haha, but tell me if I did something wrong IN GENERAL with poetry please.

Reviews

[Closed Account]

I really like this. I'll admit, it's not perfect. But it's really good for being one of your first poems(:

[José Humilde]

In my opinion, there is no doing wrong in poetry. It expresses who you are. What you feel.

Now, I think there are some things that you could touch up with flow, but that is something that you can work on with time.

One thing that confused me a bit is about you being frozen on the red carpet. What exactly do you mean? Are you at a movie premiere? (sorry, haha, that's what i kept thinking though, in all honesty.)

You have something going here. Don't give up doing your poetry.

Thanks for sharing

-JH