last moments

the last moments of a poor soul

 

I want you to have the hope that I can share

The strength that we can bare

Moments you can wear

Know that I can care

That I am rare

Don’t stare

Be there

 

I’m shot

I’m caught

Feeling very hot

I drop my cooking pot

Grab my chest, I was got

I fall to my knees, they fought

I fall to the floor; my soul I know is bought

 

I shake off my former life and stand amazed

What is this? Am I lost, or crazed?

God appears, stuck in his gaze

Look around in the haze

He speaks, I’m fazed

Not even blazed

I’ve raised

Author's Note

once again would love to hear your worst