Who would want this broken boy
Past riddled with choices destroyed
Chose a life completely void of God
Chose the blade, chose the rope
But God gave one last hope
To keep from causing unneeded dread
He put a flaw in the thread
Rid his life of prior addictions
Rid his head of all the fictions
Turned his messed up life around
So joy just might be found
But when the hardship came
His faith became a little lame
Turned back to past addictions
And started believing all the fictions
But God would not give up
On this broken boy; feeble as a glass cup
Sent in in others to help clean his act
So it wouldn't be a fact
That he was bound by his past
That left him so empty, so fast
Who would want this broken boy
God above who created him with much joy
Thought I might start writing poems. I don't really think I'm very good, but I'm giving it a try. This is the first poem I've ever written. Thanks for reading