Hearts filled with anger,
Problems that hinder laughter.
Lives that nearly conquered,
By minds with abrupt temper.
Hopelessly undevoted.
Thoughts that are always tempted.
World full of impractical chaos,
Pacifying the hearts for needful fellows.
O where would I find my resolve?
For a world that is nearly vanquished.
Evil is in which the world revolves,
Faith in God gradually perish.
For where would I run if chased by nightmares?
Who would I lean on when pushed by trials?
For what is good of kneeling on land filled with pebbles?
If my heart for God is filled with baseless rebels.
Why am I seeking to be understood,
Rather than to understand?
As nonstop success expose in my road.
Guess I'm digging a hole of pride in where I stand.
And as I fall to the grave I dug,
I noticed the length of time I'm falling.
Thinking 'bout life I'm actually littering.
Woah I realize I'm finally crying.
As I look up I noticed a hand,
Reaching to help and make me stand.
But then its too late, I sudden land,
If only I looked up a second beforehand.
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Cry for Salvation
SpiritualA poem that is all about a man who is living in a life filled with evil and having a little faith on God. He thought that God doesn't care about him so he refused to pray until he finds out that he was wrong. (this is my first poem here so please gi...
