Dark Poetry #1 |
What do you want of me? |
zorkon65 Junior Member
since 2000-04-22
Posts 27 |
What do you want of me? By charlie herring Deaths sweet song Calls to me again This world of hate would soon be gone Gone the pain Gone the fighting of friends and family Gone the injustice Gone the life from me It would be better never to have lived If I had died as just a little kid I would never have led this life Never have felt this pain Never have felt this love If I had died as a child What courses would there lives take Would they have gone on? Where they meant to be great Am I holding them back? I know I am a nusesnse An annoyance at best How I wish this life would end How I wish I could be with him With my father and my friend My god and my savior They would keep me from this pain They would not let my blood be spilt Love everlasting How I wish I had that Death tastes bitter But the fruit is sweet Would they forgive me? If I left Would they care? Should I fell regret? I know I bother them I know I am a burden This life I am not long for I want to go home To a loving family And the love of friends But I am not meant to die But am I meant to go on? Should I watch as a spectator? Or be a peacemaker Among my friends This hurts me inside the discion is not clear My God give me guidance send down your spirit Fill me with fire For life For love For you I need this life no more I give it up I turn it over Not my will But your will be done work like you don't need the money, dance like no one's watching, and love like you've never been hurt |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
You have said my words almost exactly, So many times I have cried out in this fashion. And so many times I have given up this life of direction. Thanks kid. Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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kynder Senior Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 537Tallahassee, Florida |
my prayer. i pray to God now, please Father work your miracle in my soul. i need to feel the peace and give it to this poet also. amen kynder The years teach much which the days never know. Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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