"crusification" poems
I vow to take this to the street
To battle in the sleet
I don't get beaten often
I'll convince you who's stronger
Shell of your former self
Tension runs high
The weight of the world is on your shoulders
The crusification is near
Blood will drip down the liquid drains
Death for a purpose
Evil is apparent
See it in my eyes
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 4:45 AM UTC
grogily I move about
sandy eyes in mornings drought
All alone in silence cleansed
All the wounds, in silence mends.
i'm quiet in my head and mind
I am no longer dead and blind
I am no long cynical
My cup is now half way full.
Here it is my crusification
here it is release of affliction
Here it is my hanging cross
suffer now, pay the cost.
Happiness is measured
By the pain you have weathered.
Not until then will you deserve a thing.
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 9:35 AM UTC