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Jan 2016
I write so bleak
I don't mean to
My pen is a mess
Vulgarity spews forth
I cuss up a storm
Like a tornado's wind
So fierce and destructive
And in the end
I understand I will pay
I believe in Divine Love
Though I write like I don't
I have searched the heavens above
And found a truth that has meaning and purpose
I'm a sinner
Rotten through and through
The more I ask God for help
The more I want to take from life
I'm a selfish individual
I want everything
And the more I want the more I need help
To rescue me from myself
I have hurt others emotionally
Draining them of self-worth
I have hurt my own spirit
By the life I led
Can I get back on track
And follow what is right
What I know to be true
Can I finally say goodbye to the darkness
And say hello to the beauty of life
What God has granted me
A free gift I don't deserve
To listen to His will
And not my own
Can I do these things
I'm not to sure
It will take me giving up and surrending
Surrending to His Love
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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