Poetic Writing
Is
Kind of
Odd
But it
Is **FUN

She
Is there
for me.

I
Hope
She will not leave.

I
Am there
For her.

I
Hope
She knows this.

Sometimes
When everything is wrong
And I should be angry
Fighting
Escaping
Rebelling
I am not
I am at peace
I know this peace is not mine
I know where it comes from
It relaxes me
Supports me
...
Wipes my tears

Why
Would they become separate?
Almost 17 years
Was supposedly enough
They persevered
And fought
For their love
And gave up
They say there is stuff I do not know
They must be right
Because I do not understand
And I am left here wondering.

My people are ridiculed
Because of the others
The corrupt
They are intolerant
They rely on dogma
They are political powers
They spread fear
Though they have unsurpassable worth
I am talking about
Christianity
It is dying
But my faith is not
Because I follow Jesus
Not a pope

Rotten
Is the flesh.
Breaking down
Is the mind
Shambling
Is the walk
Hunger
Is the cry
But it is not zombies.
It is us.

Running is always an answer.
Whether it be physical,
Or mental.
But sometimes
You need to stay.