Gods Words, Through My Perception - Poem by thomas coltrin
what do u want me to write,
please take the words right out my mind.
help me to look, for the things i cant find.
and open the eyes of a soul that is blind.
turn them back on, the lights that were off,
wasn't their something, that's once was enough?
pick me back up in the valley of death,
and please father God, help me take my last breath.
infected with hate. and disregarded by it.
the reflection in the mirror, is what im fed up with.
the smirk on the face, in the image i see,
screams that their are peaces, that are still broken in me.
the hours they pass, as if god is now present.
moving on forward with dismembered resentment,
presentation is marvelous, but the actions are not.
what the hell am i hiding, deep inside of my thought.
wasn't their something that once was enough?
looking up in oblivion, and the stars are now gone.
turning my back on everyone,
but the wall that is listening, doesn't respond.
as i slowly turn back, to see that no ones around.
kinda sorry to say, that I'm not really sorry.
God when i die, please don't forget my story.
as i go through this life i try not to worry,
cause i know that I'm broken in the eyes of glory.
i forgot about the scars, i had on my arms.
when i first came in from the 209 farms,
produces by society, and warped in reality,
God is still renewing this twizited mentality.
when crawling on my knees and i got nothing to say,
when a part of me inside is starting to decay.
when my tears are just falling, when their flowing away.
please God help me, to feel grace in today.
i got no where to go, and nothing to do.
might as well sit here and talk to you,
cause if nothing is worth it, I'm not here for a program.
I'm here just to change, this pathetic life's outcome.
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