
I don't even know...a lot of things. I don't understand why I am here. Another poem written in confusion...it was started sometime last week probably...just edited and finished today.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 338 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 07-03-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2385500
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I don't even know all that I hide
Or all that I am running from
I don't understand why endings
Hurt so badly
Because every end offers a new beginning
And I guess that is the reason that it's okay
That I've hit the bottom a g a i n
Because the bottom of the grave,
Is the beginning of a fight
To get back to where I was
And who cares if my heart was tainted in sin
From dwelling within the dirt
Of a grave in the ground
My life is below
Rock bottom
My hair flatted with heat
And stomach flatted with starvation
Of a fast
-or at least that's what I had said-
But the lies are catching up…
I don't even know why I fear
Or why I am afraid of
All of the ones that I love…
Because they never beat me
Or hurt me…
At least not that badly.
I don't even know why I care
About other opinions.
Or if I live or die
I don't even understand
M y s e l f
I don't know where to go anymore
Or how far I've run
I just know that I
Had to get away
From the mistakes
Sin
And fear
I needed to forget
And forgive
Myself
But even I don't know if I am ready for that
I didn't study for this test
Which I will admit
-is a first-
But luckily it's open book
With God's Word
Because without it
And his strength
And guidance
I'd surely fail
I don't even know any answers
To any of the questions
All I know is that I am running
Climbing
And getting closer to the surface
I am being raised from the grave
And born again
As long as I don't let the earth decay me first…
I should live
And love
Even though I don't understand
Why I am here.
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