I am a man without hope
I am hanging myself with my own rope
Self infected mind, body, and soul
Full of grief, pain, and sorrow
Living a life with an uncertain tomorrow
Looking in the mirror with no pity for the man I see
He put himself in this position you see
Day and night, night and day
Around in a vicious circle he will stay
For it is I who needs to change my sinful ways
I pray to you now Lord, forgive me of my doubts and sins
For it is a hard lesson learned in the end
Feeling broken, beaten and defeated
Defeated I heard a voice as an Angel appears
You must be wrong, for the rope you used was to long
So pull yourself up, for you have no other direction to go
For now you are reborn and again as one of the Lords children
And if you continue to pray and believe in him
He will grant you strength and walk with you again...
- Author: drgnchaser ( Offline)
- Published: February 3rd, 2016 12:20
- Comment from author about the poem: just putting it on paper
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 31
Comments1
I hit bottom, climbing out was a bitch, but I became a better man in the end.
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