Rebirth Poem by Kaleb Gonzalez

Like a blood on snow,
sin is a stain that always shows,
every thought will soon be reveiled,
life was in ruin as soon sin appeared,
no man can stop your personal turmoil,
bad tree growing out of good soil,
a foundation made of sand,
holding a precious piece of glass in the clumist of hands,
like somebody holding a metal rod in a storm,
getting shocked seems to be the norm,
I fly just to crash land on hell's ground,
I'm muted and can not make a sound,
the lord above and the devil below,
monitor my high and low,
tell me the path to take,
so that my soul wont break,
but who do i listen to,
what do i do,
while life puts me in time out,
i think about everything, before my time runs out,
my is in pieces scattered to the wind,
life has set beginning but no definte end,
before the rest of my life can have great worth,
i need to have a rebirth