Anyone who reads the following poem. Forgive the amaturness of it the reasion is that I am not yet used to writing poems I hope to improve any comments would be appreciated (even saying you don't like it)
My head was a little prison,
Always trapped in a confining cell.
Nothing good hardly ever has arisen,
Only thoughts and worries in private hell.
The things I thought were right were seldom done,
Never to feel that one could do right,
That is an awful way to feel,
Feeling it should be myself to fight,
Always worsening my own little deal.
Things change slowly Iím afraid my love,
But change they do, thank God, If somewhat slow,
Your helping me. You leave me free to go,
And step forth freed from prison through your love.
Here are A few improvements suggested by Caroline I am very gratefull for these but I still kept the origional poem because It was the first I wrote and I can be sentimental I hope you all understand. Her version does read a lot better then mine though. Thank you Caroline
My head was a little prison
Trapped in a confining cell
Nothing good has ever arisen
just worried thoughts in private hell
Never to sense I had done right
An awful way to feel
Believing it should be myself to fight
Worsening my own little deal
Things change, my love
and perhaps change is slow
But you help me, thank God above
You leave me free to go
I'm freed from this prison
by grace of your love
[This message has been edited by Athas (edited 12-05-1999).]