Let G-d Take Control

Please, don't do something you'll regret

Something echoes

As it drops into the well

I wonder how far down

I could have fallen, 

How far down I fell

Winter is coming...

Oh G-d, 

Winter is coming...

Strap myself to the exhaustion

Let its latitude grab hold

Say nothing of the pain 

Cry, just don't text that man of gold

Darling, dear

Hold to G-d now, 

You're gonna be okay...

No, please!

Don't, 

Wait!!!

Just close your eyes

And pray...

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The urgency of the tone of this well rhymed poem seems akin to panic. The speaker sounds like one who is teetering at the edge of some sort of abyss. The mysterious "man of gold" appears to be the source of the anxiety, so this may possibly be the story of a relationship gone bad. Or he may be the symbol of something else, like a drug. Whatever, the speaker is seeking a spiritual resolution, so maybe a desirable ending is in the offing. Good luck.

[R.E.K.]

Thank you so much for taking the time to review my poem. I am in awe of your intuition, for almost everything you said was correct about the situation I was trying to depict! Very impressed. And yes, hopefully my resolution to my spirituality and Faith in G-d, will carry me through.