Having faith is trusting others, Whether it be our peers or fate. Trust that the things you ask for, Will be things you receive.
Faith is simply too beautiful, As it slowly brings us together. The bonds that remain strong, And the bonds that last forever.
But it is not taken for granted, As both are of different things. Faith is not an endless source, It requires effort and love.
As of today I am clueless, Of what my future has for me. But I still remain faithful, And trusting the universe for what it gives.
For the desires I ask for, And the prayers I've said. I've gotten what I've asked, And in return, I placed my trust.
And my dear poet, reading, Have faith for whoever and whatever. As long as you have your faith, Things will end up as you desire.
"Have faith in the universe and your Gods or God. They are to be trusted. But for people on Earth, let not them use take your faith for granted, but let them know, it is to be earned, as faith can never be endless without effort to begin with."
A criminal leader, running away, In the storm, a faster way. Looking behind, she was paranoid, Afraid of her "friends" finding her.
Her car broke down, and her phone died, She was alone in nowhere. As she ventured out to find help, She saw light in the far distance.
As she ran quickly and relieved, She felt gut-wrenched. There were lots of lights, And they seemed to be running towards her.
She quickly turned her back and ran, Faster than wind itself. As the lightning struck, she had a quick glimpse, Her betrayed "friends" were behind her.
Her afraid feeling, and adrenaline pumping, She was feeling very tense. But then suddenly a shot came, And her heart, pierced clean.
She fell to the ground with a thud, Vision blurring, and coughing blood. But before her last breath, she heard, "Finally, we found you, our dear leader."
"You can never hide from your problems. They will always find you at the worst times. Instead of hiding, why not try solving? Unless... the problem means betraying your "friends" who aren't afraid to get messy..."
In a plane, softly humming, Watching the birds fly. As the steward passed me by, I continued to read my book.
Suddenly I heard a chatter, "She's dead, I think." A man's voice, sounded, Something is familiar, but what is?
A short man stood up and walked, Towards a woman who slumped down. A small sound was heard, "Dead," was what it was.
The experience was awfully familiar, Like this was déjà vu. But as I closed my book, I realized, I was apart of it now.
The man who stood was Poirot, A detective, smart but somewhat vain. He spoke words like off a script, It was shocking to see a man so sharp-witted.
An idea had came into my mind, To read the plot and solve the murder. But as I tried to read the last pages, I realized, the pages were blank and bare.
"Really love Agatha Christie's stories! This one is Death in the Clouds and I loved reading it so much. I would really recommend to any other reader who's into detective, murder mystery kind of stuff."