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Why do you rob me?

toys,                                            (phones, laptops, headphones, music..)
times with friends,                   (won't you have a drink? a smoke?..)
times with family,                    (ugh i hate them..)
food,                                           (don't eat that..)
dances,                                        (lemme touch you..)
body image,                               (you looked better….)
photographs,                             (fake smiles..)
dates,                                           (***..)
religion                                       (haha.. wait. you don't really believe that.. do you?)

If only
you could be just a little more
****** up
so every one else
could see
some of what I see.

Sincerely,
one of the victims,
of this preposterous, soul diminishing system.
just an anonymous person,
who can't embrace anything but your beliefs in the right column. (oh so certain...).
I apologize if this is simply too much. I figure I should write what I feel. I hope you enjoy. I mean no harm.
first
step
new
day
alas
my heart
opens
my chest
livens

yes
i am
ready
to
live
for
You

my feet
start
already
echoing
my
heart

like
a
request,
my
pace
echos
the beat
as
it hastens

yes
i
am
ready
to
live
for
You

armored
though
i feel
just as
light
as
the snowflakes
outside
my window

eyelids
just
slightly
open
to
the
dawn

yes Lord.
yes.

I
am
ready
to
live
for
You
grateful for you

because without you

who would I be?
Thank you
how can i explain….

i
  have
     no
        words
               to
                   say

how do i show you….

im
    lost
          at
            this
                crossroad­
Is God ever late? Or early?
worth
is not
determined by
utility...
position…
possession...
impression...

rather

your worth
is
undeniably
irrevocably
incandescently
innate

simply

sculpted, perfected

so
you
can
learn

that your value
is

*beyond price
"Indeed,
the very hairs on your head
are numbered"
Luke 12:17
I feel a
significant
degree
of death
before

I
live
/
do you think                                                   /
maybe?                                                          ­  /
possibly?                                                       ­  /
excuse me... a second?                                  /                                                      
i meant to say..                                               /
pardon me, i...                                                /
i have this feeling...                                       /
listen.. I                                                           /
take a minute....                                             /
                                                                ­         /
                                                                ­         /
My points never get across                              /                                                         .........
                                                       ­                  /                                    *Pardon me.. hard of hearing.
                                                        ­                 /                                                did you say something ma'am?
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