my planned trip to god.A Poem by d_money (sounds like need money)Trying to find a way without dieing.
Sometimes at night i swallow my pride, get on my knees and ask god why i survive.
i listen to the walls that bring no sound, wondering if i have to do something special for him to look down. still no word or vision, i don't remember not paying attention. What is that i am missing. should i do a near death? Have you talked to him, seen or herd? What is left? Tongue swelling to the point of no air. I can feel my heart at the frayed tips of my hair. Buckle of my belt pinching my skin; waiting, wondering when my trip to see the alpha and omega begin. Still here, eyes ready to pop. Haven't had a breath, yet still i gasp, the rhythm at the tips of my hair stoped. Eyes open to convulsion movements at the windows, not a word from " the one who's voice bellows." Did i make it to even see him? No, i just made it to the floor. Well back to the world of sin, and to fail is another reason to try the trip again. So i start to explore. © 2013 d_money (sounds like need money) |
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1 Review Added on June 19, 2013 Last Updated on June 19, 2013 Authord_money (sounds like need money)Dothan, ALAboutI write as an outlet for my anger, depression, happiness, and sadness. Though not all make sence, they make perfect sence to me. Writing like any craft must be harnessed and criticized to the point of.. more..Writing
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