The drip of the water onto my cool, moist face Lightning strikes from all around Each illumination is my own mace The downpour keeps hurting but the rain has stopped Thunderous booms surround my ears God's will for me is Opt A Cross abears far away but the ground and my feet still stay My soul fearful of Death as my lungs drew their last breath My knees crash weak and fall Down to the Earth and ground The bright lights mock their own success to my last stand: The Grave I am confound
Reason for writing:
There are times in my life that i am just compelled to write. I wrote this poem when i was in that mood. I would really appriciat any comments that you have. my friends say that i have the gift of the pen. Please tell me what you think
Birth sign: Aries
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