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Feb 2011
Dear God, if you are there, please hear my plea and come down for my care;
for my life is nothing but all in crumbles and all I feel are the walls beginning to tumble.

Please heavenly father, if you do exist, save my life before I slit these wrists.
I cannot escape my saddening fate as I continue to recite: it's not too late.

Help me, almighty one, send down an angel or even your son.
This world is falling limb by limb and my little light is starting to dim.

I need you,"I am", the glorious lamb, to ****** me away from this atrocious land.
The fires around me are not ceasing to burn and still they bite my skin and continue to yearn.

Forgive me, my master! I cannot continue through this disaster;
the pain is unforgiving, even though I am no longer living.

I know I've done wrong; I've heard your sullen song.
I watched your tears fall in my name,
I watched them fall upon my shame.

But this is no reason to keep me here,
where they rip me from ear to ear.
There is no reason to keep me in place,
where they continue to gnash at my face.

I am sorry for my sins; I beg for mercy.
Please dear God save me with your surgery.

Heal my limbs, repair my heart;
just, please, stop them from ripping me apart.
Written by Devon Newsom
Written by
Devon Newsom
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