i don't know what this is
to feel the freedom
of how it use to guide my way
comforting my mind
if they hadn't taken it that night
if i had taken the
trainer cops other offer
i might have drove away after
leaving this all behind
failing myself
a violated person
replacing it with whatever my carriage
would have drove me away from
at times
i thought
would i revoke my decision?
take the deal
the lesser
easier end
to that night
and even in my death of horror
in my sleep or days end shakes
i say no
hell no
and in this moment
fear shaking me lightly
i feel it will find it's way
home a home
not in me.
walk with me Lord
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