Replenishing
my
intervision
Everytime I have
a vision
The stinces of
my negitive side
No longer hide
Feeling as if
Im facing the world
With my eyes wide shut
No longer
Utilizing gut feelings
As if Im unguided
Seeking teachings
Fighting evil
With confusing
Trying to
Do good to avoid
Losing the game
Called survival
Walking on egg shells
Knowing patients
Is vital as
The veins
Flowing to my vitals
I look for help
From the world
But I should be
Reading the bible
The devil is winning
Because i keep sinning
Tell the truth he was up
From the beginning
Born in sin
Means we are not
Born to win
Still we must choose
Wheather we
Win or lose
Which leaves us
Someting to prove
Wrong or right
We still have to choose
Its a never ending fight
So you have to make
The right move
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautifull poetry!