Please.
Do not forsake me, born unto dust I am
Nothing more than dust and sand
But they, they are great
Made of gold with hearts of fire
Spewing strength and strong desires
But me, I am naught
I lack strength there is nothing
My arms trembles, my body shakes
My heart falters, my body breaks
The effort is too great
It is a mountain of regrets upon my back bearing down on me
Destroying my soul, my spirit
Such pain embedded in mystery
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Author:
anima aurea (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 26th, 2018 01:50
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
As you are being born down look up, the light will be there and take the load away from you.
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I love this.
Born unto dust I am.
WELCOME TO MPS FRIEND ~ Thanks for shaing you first poem !
BLEESED ARE THE STRONG IN HEART
For they shall see GOD
BLESSED also are the Weak & Poor in Spirit
For they shll see GOD ~ ALSO ~ AMEN
PERSONALLY I always seem weaker and less equipped than those around ME ~ But with the help & support of ANGELA & MY FAMILY & GOD ~ I can overcome and Prosper & Conquer. This one thing i do ~ forgetting the things which are BEHIND (regrets etc) I press on to the High Calling as a Child of GOD ~ AMEN. Every Blessing ~ BRIAN ! Please check our site ~ Thanks B & A !
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