Hand in HandA Poem by BlackroseA religious poemt that I wrote a while ago, sorry, the end drags a little but I can't think of a way to successfully change it. R&R plz XD
Life and death, Hand in hand, No regrets, In this land.
I face the sky, Tears in my eyes, Saw my life, Flash before it died.
Memories spin, A weave of fate, Of drowned dreams, Of worthless hate.
How did I miss, My purpose in life? Why was I born, If only to die?
Why didn’t I accept, The lord when he called? Why can’t I now, As my broken body falls?
What was that joy, That filled my heart? What was that pain, That never seemed to depart?
Why can’t I cry, Even though I’m still sad? Why did I only start now, To wonder about my life?
I just don’t understand, Why I feel this way, Why I now ask these questions, When they can’t be answered anyway…
I guess I’ll go to hell, And burn forever more, I wish I let salvation come, I wish I would care more.
So now I sit here, With a knife in my chest, Asking why, I thought I deserved the best.
If you live as you wish, You die forevermore, But why living by rules, You die only to live much greater than ever before.
Listen to these words, I say oh please, These are the words of a dying girl, So listen to me. © 2009 BlackroseAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on October 24, 2008 Last Updated on March 16, 2009 AuthorBlackroseMannheim, GermanyAboutso yeah... nothing really to say here :P Im basically a writer and an artist-sadly for you guys, more of an artist, but I try with the writing part, and I like to think that every now and then I .. more..Writing
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