I made my life
this lonely place
a place of black and gray
pulled the blinds on my life
put off things bright or gay
I made my life
this slippery mess
a place of no firm foot hold
stumbling, staggering, shuffling
wobbling and failing for a goal
I made my life
this pitful moan
a place of heart screaming pain
crying lips, void in spirit
cringing in a bath of shame
I made my life
this gapping open land fill
a place for no thing that's good
Rubbish my bossom buddy
trash and cast off
my neighborhood
I made my life
this garbage dump
a place of riggorous blight
head over heels I plunge
destroying good on left and right
I made my life
this open grave
a place to wait to die
walking meldew, standing I rot
while watching life go by
I made my life
this miserable wreckage
A structure torn and broken to the base
twisted, rented, tortured skelton
moot of style, splendor or grace
I made my life
this wonder
A place of investgating the why
seeking, searching and inspecting
Yet! Knowledge, understanding and wisdom
these nough do I aspy
I made my life
this godless pathway
soul and spirit crying out; REPENT! !
now thanking God
Now thanking God
this wretched life's not spent
'Tis trus we each make our own lives, have our own regrets and our own amends to make but you know that's what makes life the wonderous thing it is. If we all lived careful wellordered lives and we made no mistakes along the way what sort of existance would it be - BLOODY BORING- unlike your poem which is honest and interesting.
Lovely heartfelt lines express your feeling well....the struggle...yet your faith brought you through...showing your true heart of strength....well penned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is an experience, It is the choice we make, but it's never too late to realise the hole we are in, and then take control. The last lines shows your will to change and your faith will show you the way. Nice write.......