Aaron Simmons

My Prayer - Poem by Aaron Simmons

Down deep in the recesses of my mind I sit
Dead to the world, no light to shine through
My destiny of despair had made me unfit
No happiness of self, nothing left to pursue

Here I sit, teetering on the brink of extinction
Broken, run down, tired, no direction
This life or the next, what is the distinction
Memories past, thoughts of now, I have no recollection

Life as it is now lends no hope to find joy
Days flying by with no whisper of enlightenment
The choices I have made have since been deployed
I have been robbed of happiness, contentment, excitement

What will it take to bring me back from this depression
How can I find my way out of this turmoil
If I ever get free, what's to stop the regression
Of planting the dead seeds of this life in the soil

There has to be a way, I have to come out!
I'm dying inside, this pain is unreal
Please water my soul, erase all doubt
Tired of being unkempt, dirty, poisoned, unsealed

Precious Lord, take my hand, and pull me out of this grave
Help me stand tall, to rely on your saving grace
Unleash this cage of affliction to which I've become a slave
Open mine eyes that I might see your Heavenly face

Hold me in your arms of protection
Engulf me in the presence of your sweet disposition
Create in me a clean heart, order my direction
Restore my mind body and soul back to its condition

Please remove this spirit, this feeling of being lost
You promised you would never forsake me
I'm ready, Heavenly Father, to walk with you at any cost
From this pain and anguish, I need to be free

Topic(s) of this poem: prayer

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, October 10, 2014

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