As time continues to tick by,
Everything is as simple as a sigh,
Though we stumble and fall,
Though we build up walls,
We will not be bound for long,
For the Lord out God is strong.
And through our darkness, there is one voice,
Do we listen or turn, that is our choice.
Five, twenty, thirty, scars,
These marks feel like bars.
Some are red and some are white.
Is there any light?
By the sharpness of a knife,
I try to forget what happened in my life.
As time continues to tick by,
Everything is as simple as a sigh,
Though we stumble and fall,
Though we build up walls,
We will not be bound for long,
For the Lord our God is strong.
And through our darkness, there is one voice,
Do we listen or turn, that is our choice.
Chaos rules within my mind,
Will the answer to thing be kind?
My emotional river continues to roar,
What is the root? What is the core?
When will it happen? Will I break?
Will my tears create a lake?
As time continue to tick by,
Everything is as simple as a sigh.
Though we stumble and fall,
Though we build up walls,
We will not be bound for long,
For the Lord our God is strong.
And through our darkness, there is one voice,
Do we listen or turn, that is our choice.
I wonder if this will end.
I wonder if my mind will ever mind.
Do I trust the Lord?
Do I make Him bored?
If only I knew what He thought,
If only I knew why I was “bought”.
As time continues to tick by,
Everything is as simple as a sigh,
Though we stumble and fall,
Though we build up walls,
We will not be bound for long,
For the Lord our God is strong.
And through our darkness, there is one voice,
Do we listen or turn, that is our choice.
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The Battle Roars. The Scars Multiply. The Pain Never Ends.
PoesíaThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might relate to it. It's about struggles and thoughts and thing. And it's just the honest truth about things. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe...
