Unless You Fallow His Lead. Poem by Sandra jacks

In this world,
of destiny,
of set futures,
and lack of goals,
of broken heart,
of lost love,
of baby's life.

I have found a consistent,
amongst all the death and all the pain,
of all the drugs,
and the disdain,
and the resentment,
and the hurt,
I've found the thing,
that will withhold my heart from a burst,
it is the last sanity,
in this,
insane,
world,
we will crumble to the ground,
unless his voice,
we've heard,
No one will force you.

Unless you plead.
to his life,
Unless,
you fallow his lead,
Unless,
he ends the strife,
a painful life,
the devil will feed.


(Eat up)