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Feb 2011
With myself, I'm disgusted again
I walk away from my evil doings
Afraid to hear screams as I stare in the darkness

Then again, it might be my fears that I scare
A mutual fear, I ponder
Then finding a deep peace inside

My actions take ease and slow
My lungs prove themselves strong and young

Body, mind, heart, and soul
Wound together, singing a tune
Not a blink is taken for granted

But just one fear stands everlasting
To lose my peace,
My happiness,
My love

That, I trust in God
He will not strip me from my joys

With all of me
I am forever thankful
For the gifts
Both good and bad

For each stone thrown
I hold my own
Accepting the chips taken off my shoulder
I am what life gives me
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Alexander Montgomery Dawson
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Alexander Montgomery Dawson  26/M
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