I heard a knock at the door
Looked through the window
No one was there
I opened the door, looked around
Closing the door I fell to the ground
Heart beating, breath ceasing
It grabbed a hold of my throat
I was no longer captain of the boat
It sunk the boat
I realized I can't even float
Worry and stress filled my lungs
I kicked and gasp for air
I was like a clown at the fair
Everyone laughs at me and stare
I was chained up like a slave
I now belonged to worry
I have never felt so much stress
I tried to fight back...
Realization knocked at the door
Anxiety opened it.
And I saw myself at the door.
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Poems from the Dead
PoetryThis book is filled with all the poems my dead soul wrote when I didn't have Jesus. I felt the need to share these because I know what it's like to feel lost and confused. But I also know what forgiveness feels like and I've seen how God can change...
