Dec 2015
Lord,
I have survived years of torment
Self inflicted or not
be my savior
Or let me rot
Cleanse me with your holy water
Or let me drown
Hold me in the warmth of your arms
Or let the poison flow down*
Lord,
Tell me it's alright
When I begin to think not
A part I have fallen each and every night
I can only climb
As far as I can reach
A captivated thought
Lord*,
Hold out your hand
Don't let me drown in defeat
Let the hollow pain I hold onto
Drown and leave
I have survived years of torment
Self inflicted or not
be my savior
Or let me rot
Cleanse me with your holy water
Or let me drown
Hold me in the warmth of your arms
Or let the poison flow down*
Lord,
Tell me it's alright
When I begin to think not
A part I have fallen each and every night
I can only climb
As far as I can reach
A captivated thought
Lord*,
Hold out your hand
Don't let me drown in defeat
Let the hollow pain I hold onto
Drown and leave
2015 Isabella Rose, Title "Chapter 1" (lord) poem
