Faith

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Faith

THERES A SHADOW HANGING OVER ME. I TRY TO MOVE FORWARD BUT I CAN'T SEE. BLINDED BY THE DARKNESS IT'S PUT OVER MY EYES. SHOULD I PRAY TO GOD OR BALL UP AND DIE. A QUESTION NO MAN SHOULD EVER ASK. I HAVE BREATHE IN MY LUNGS AND HE'S NEVER FAILED ME YET. CAUSE WHEN MY SOULS' RESTING IN HIS ARMS, IM UNTOUCHABLE AND FULLY ARMED. WHEN I BALL UP AND CRY, IM WEAK TO THE CORE. BITTER AND BREAKABLE, AT TIMES I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE. HOLDING TIGHT TO MY SANITY. MY KNEES ARE BUCKLING AND CONSTANTLY GETTING WEAK. SHOULD I STAND THROUGH THE STORM OR BOW DOWN AND RETREAT. I WANT THIS FEELING TO GO AWAY. WHERES THE BUTTON TAGGED DELETE. WHY CAN'T IT BE THAT EASY. NO PROBLEMS, NO WORRIES, WHEN LIFE ENDED AS A PERFECT LOVE STORY. AM I LIVING IN A FANTASY. HOPING FOR THE BEST WHEN THE WORST IS OUT TO GET ME. ALL THEESE NEGATIVE THOUGHTS SUCCEED WHEN IT COMES TO BREAKING DOWN THE WALLS INSIDE OF ME. THATS WHEN I FALL TO MY KNEES AND PRAY. GRASPING ON TO THE PERCEPTION OF FAITH. I CAN'T SEE IT WITH MY OWN EYES , HOWEVER THE FEELING IS GREAT. AS HIS LOVE GROWS INSIDE OF ME, I BEGAN TO FEEL COMPLETE. LIKE THERES NOTHING I CAN'T DO. I WISH THIS WAS THE ONLY EMOTION I COULD PHYSICALLY SHOW YOU. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED CAUSE YOU WERE HAPPY, FILLED WITH THE WARMTH OF RELIEF. BOWING DOWN ON YOUR KNEES TO PRAY TO THEE. TAKE THEESE BURDENS AWAY FROM ME. LIFTED LIKE A FEATHER IN THE WIND. TELL ME WHERE SHOULD I BEGAN. SHOULD I PRAY TO GOD OR BALL UP DIE? ILL NEVER REPEAT THIS QUESTION AGAIN....AND YOU ALL SHOULD KNOW WHY.

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

deemarie’s Poems (6)

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