Whispers wandering through the breeze
In a bright path to the neverending dawn.
A small patch, of vibrant glow
Speaks to me, introduced itself.
For God is but a whisper in the breeze;
"To not obey what others say,
And let your heart guide your path.
Others may do so well. From darkness you shall foretell.
Bring them to the light of answers, for so many are blind these days.
It matters not past amendments nor pray. For you must live life today."
And so the whispers fade away,
The patch loses glow.
Vibrant now is life.
Because, now I know.
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
RandomThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
