Nowhere to go; nowhere to run. My rage
Flows out of my body as I'm stomping
Away my troubles, like bugs on a stage.
Yet they still remain, as they are sleeping.
Waiting to be awoken by my dreams.
Dreams that will never be; taken from me.
Torn apart, ripped away, is life it seems.
Drifting from me, into the vast dark sea.
I was drowning in fear; God took my hand.
You told me Your promise, I will trust in You.
I have hope in Your peace, with You l stand.
Though I don't understand, we'll rise us few.
I'm lazy, stubborn, and forgetful, still
You'd die for me again. I'll stay, I will!
YOU ARE READING
There is hope
PoetryHi! My name is Leslie! These poems are based off of my life experiences, and my perspectives on certain topics; some were also high school assignments. These are some poems that I wrote, I hope that you like them. I don't add them very often, but wh...
