Treasure Island

Dorian Petersen Potter


Pain (Free Style)


So many times in our lives
Things happen we can't control,
So many things that can go wrong,
Pain like iron clutches heart and soul

Rainy days my sunshine stole,
In my soul I not longer whole
This loss has taken its toll
Nothing my spirit consoles

Why, why did you have to go?
So many things I wish you know,
So much pain now we go through
Cloudy days extinct days' glow

Life lays upon white cold snow,
Pain clutches here my soul again,
Only God knows what I go through,
Only Jesus can make me whole again

Submitted: Friday, July 19, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013

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