Shiloh Thompson

Untitled - Poem by Shiloh Thompson

Lonely wind whistles past
My window, reminding me
Of a time when I wasn’t so

Chills whisper down my
Arms, to my core, freezing,
Reminding me what I am

Phone rings, my heart
Sinks, as it is not the one
I want to hear from. Its not

Cruel words to my soul
Breaking it to pieces never
To be placed together

Shatter-glass on the floor
I lay cut into pieces, never
To rise again to my past

Blood seeps from many
Wounds that cannot be seen,
Slowly dying, but becoming

Yet the pieces fly back into
Place, making me question
What is my soul changing

Breathing cleansing air,
In and out, the very breath
The breath of God’s love so

Arms and soul bared before
The light, swaying to the
Melody of Heaven, of an

Home at last in the arms
Of God, my Savior,
Singing His praises

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  • (10/10/2007 10:33:00 AM)

    Have you found a good church yet? That might help sis. I like your style, keep working at it. OOOhh, and since I read/ rated yours, return the favor on mine... theres like 30 or so. ;) (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 6, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 13, 2011

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