• pencilface 10w

    So I write poetry

    I have lost all there is and all that was
    I have neglected the sacred call
    And his love forever has left my side
    I walk in darkness and uncertainty
    The lions and wolves await me on both sides
    I plead to no one I have none
    All I know is what I think
    Not tommorow's hustle but yesterday's sin
    As I walk and wait for my time to come
    I say a prayer and give it one last shot
    That may be the fires of hell will be less of a furnace
    And may be once more I may be worthy of grace