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Feb 2016 · 204
The walk
sydney roberts Feb 2016
Loved by the one in which I have been saved
Following the light of path that has been paved
Following Christ with a constantly sudden urgency
While seeing through the darkness of sin with a subtle transparency
A burning passion to feel the light
To desire wrong but know what is right
Feeling conflicted of sin we are seeing
Knowing we are being watched by the almighty being
Having questions that can only be asked
For discoveries can only be found through answers he has
Seeking truth through a blinding reality
Getting there with triumph and trial, a harmonized congeniality
Wavering our faith but gaining hope
Living freely, then getting caught in a spiraling downward *****
Trying to find our place in this mysterious world
For into reality from sin we have been hurled
Living inside of us is a burning passion
Burning in our souls, a spiritual reaction
Although there is a battle of losses and wins
There is something within us that fights within
For when we fall short, he stands tall
Picking us up, and answering our call
When we are lost he is our source
Taking us by the hand and leading us back on course
From within us is a light, shining through the dark
Filling up the emptiness from the dark that tore us apart
And through this path of twists and turns
What is at the end I most yearn
For from this path, I take up life
Through the success and through the strife
For without this journey I have no meaning
And between God and I, this path has no intervening
Feb 2016 · 177
Hollowed
sydney roberts Feb 2016
I guess it was a feeling of emptiness
A long line of nothingness
Swimming in a sea of sadness

You could say that it was sorrow
With a sting that shortly followed
As my heart was quickly hollowed

I guess that I am weary
From days long and dreary
With eyes pale and teary
Feb 2016 · 271
In his eyes
sydney roberts Feb 2016
There was an intensity, a passion from inside
In fact so great, it rose to his eyes
Surfacing his emotion into a hazel chamber
As his simple expression grew fainter and fainter
His eyes told a story but it was hard to listen
For his answers were locked in his chamber that glistened
Feb 2016 · 275
I saw.
sydney roberts Feb 2016
A dreary hot night in July
I saw the world and opened my eyes
I discovered that love was just a game
For it hurts my heart, but heals the pain
It lifts me up, then throws me down
Up to the sky, then to the ground
I've seen its worst, and its beauty
I've seen it in vain, and I've seen it truly
I've seen it whole, and I've seen it broken
I've seen it ruined, and I've seen it mend

A dreary hot night in July
I saw the world and opened my eyes
I saw that happiness is entirely temporary
And to feel it forever only comes rarely
It washes over you in waves, then recedes
Cleansing you shortly, then it leaves
I've seen it truly, and in disguise
As a true smile, and one that lies
I've seen it from the surface, and from the heart
But no matter what the cause, it always departs

— The End —