The Longer I view the past
I learned it really doesn't matter
because it has already been written.
However, what matters is, I had lived it.
I had seen and felt the pains of life
that wasn't very nice
as death seems to always look me in the eyes.
With every death
another part of me has been taken
leaving me feeling cold and empty
breaking me slowly, leaving me lonely.
I still hang on to my own innocence
and I still endure faith
always praying for a recovery
but somehow my pains kept multiplying.
I find myself always weeping
at the door of my broken past
where love didn't last.
I remember standing in the kitchen
being overwhelmed with so much pain
by the loss of my own beloved son.
This pain was beyond what I could bare
yet, Jehovah God help me up
and showed me He cared.
Yet, this had put me on the run,
I found myself weeping most of the time
where old memories played on my mind.
I couldn't find any comfort.
I felt the stones of life beating me down
where darkness fulfilled my heart with more pain,
that brought down rain.
Sorrow and coldness
played a big part of the losing game.
Yet, deep down within me, I hear a cry
of my own spirit saying;
I will go on bending knees,
asking God to help me.
This is my earnest plea;
please Jehovah my protector
hear my voice and take the lead
And wash me in your son Jesus precious blood
and wash me clean.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2019
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
