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JaxSpade
Poems
Mar 2020
The Sinners Grief
It wasn't my life
There was nothing here for me
To call my own
Just a pile of years
Cluttered with time
Spending my fear
Begging for a home
They were never my possessions
All i ever owned was the obsession
Yeah I owned a few prayers
But no one would ever listen
It wasn't my life
It was always his right
To treat me like a *****
And pet my head lice
I was caught off guard
And I lost the good fight
Because i was caught
Like a deer in the headlights
Frozen in time
Wondering why
This light is so bright
It wasn't my life
I would never create an image of me
Alike
It was always his
To take or give
Day or night
It never was mine
And now he'll take it back
For I gladly surrender it outright
It wasn't my life
When the Lord
Cut the silver cord
With his knife
It was always his right
To create the story he likes
And even though I may not
Like the story he writes
If I don't obey and abide
I won't be by his side
And I can't be one of his Israelites
But it was always his
It was never my life
To give or sacrifice
I'm just a man
Caught in a history
Given a gift of life's misery
It remains a mystery
How a life that is given
To live in a world of sinning
Could be offered an infinity
I'm sorry Lord
I apologize
But It was never my life
You gave
It was always yours
So I lay it at your door
Now I'll rest in peace
And say my goodbye
To what was never mine
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