Appalled at my failures, reprieved in desires
Blood spilled with paranoia, actions haywire
Resented by many, all conniving moles
Like an harbinger of death, lessons toll
I search for solace within my deepest fears
Harnessing each opportunity without a shedding a tear
Life stooped me low a lot, my perpetual pervert
Reminiscing my past and present covert
A prodigy I am in that dark alleyway
Bleeding profusely but glad anyway
'Pros' and 'cons' kept staring at half past eight
Anytime I stormed out on a date
A glimpse at reality subdued my face
Ever since I ignored the Lord saying *'Lower your gaze'*
Is it just me or my choices preferred? ?
As the devil struck me with sigh on a third
*©2017*
*Lamzy*
In that dark alleyway! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We search for solace within deepest fears with revival of joy and opportunities. Devil still strikes and this provokes thought. But having trust on God we can overcome. An amazing brilliant poem is shared here.10
Thanks
Thanks mahakul