Love. What is love? Love is sacrificial.
Love is kind. Then why? Why do the ones we
Love leave? Like the vast wind of exitial
Skies. Ripping life from everything we see.
Falling to my knees, unable to breathe.
They say You are here. Then why can't I feel
Your presence, Lord? My aching feelings seethe
In me. I know what I need, but to kneel
Is to bring my pain. Your hand is reaching
Out to me. As I tear from my worries,
I am confronted with peace. Beseeching,
I need to let go of all my furies.
You gave me courage, so I cannot quit.
As for my enemy, I can outwit.
Exitial- Destructive, fatal
Seethe- (of a person) be filled with intense but unexpressed anger.
Beseeching- Ask (someone) urgently and fervently to do something
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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...
