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I have no desire to eat, When the dollar keeps getting higher, Another night of fighting sleep, Father, my eyes are so tired, So much time I've wasted, I haven't done enough, enough to make my life count. Dear Jesus, I can feel your pain, Does this ink bleed in vain, I don't understand... why I can't let go, if it's all in your hands, I'm not complaining, Yet I can't explain it. Before I could careless, if tomorrow never came, Now it's different, I worry if I close my eyes, that they won't open to see another blue sky, Oh Jesus, does it even matter at all, since you already know who will & who won't fall. Will my soul still breathe, if my body, it should leave. I can't breathe in, My thoughts are spinning, I need a bite to eat, I need some sleep, But I'm afraid I'll miss a chance to fix what I broke in the past. Father, my eyes are too tired, too weak to weep, I won't risk losing a chance, by closing these eyes tonight, Don't let this ink bleed in vain, show me how to do it right, and I will this time. I don't know how to let go of things I don't own, of thing's I didn't know, I don't know how to let go of what thing's that I have, I don't know how to let go of the thing's I know. I know You are in control, Oh God, I'm in debt, Make me pay what I owe before from my body, it's time for my soul to go.
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Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 1:21 AM UTC
Fighting Sleep
I have no desire to eat, When the dollar keeps getting higher, Another night of fighting sleep, Father, my eyes are so tired, So much time I've wasted, I haven't done enough, enough to make my life count. Dear Jesus, I can feel your pain, Does this ink bleed in vain, I don't understand... why I can't let go, if it's all in your hands, I'm not complaining, Yet I can't explain it. Before I could careless, if tomorrow never came, Now it's different, I worry if I close my eyes, that they won't open to see another blue sky, Oh Jesus, does it even matter at all, since you already know who will & who won't fall. Will my soul still breathe, if my body, it should leave. I can't breathe in, My thoughts are spinning, I need a bite to eat, I need some sleep, But I'm afraid I'll miss a chance to fix what I broke in the past. Father, my eyes are too tired, too weak to weep, I won't risk losing a chance, by closing these eyes tonight, Don't let this ink bleed in vain, show me how to do it right, and I will this time. I don't know how to let go of things I don't own, of thing's I didn't know, I don't know how to let go of what thing's that I have, I don't know how to let go of the thing's I know. I know You are in control, Oh God, I'm in debt, Make me pay what I owe before from my body, it's time for my soul to go.
It's just what I said but impossible to explain. So if you can get something out of my words inked with blood then maybe you can explain it better to me.
SacredInkedBlood
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F/Tennessee
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 1:21 AM UTC
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