Thee ashes fall like snow, upon the field of brush.
My pulse beats fast and my nose starts to burn, as I feel the temperature rise.
I cry out for help.
For a savior to come.
I am stranded here, but not one knows.
Ten more minutes and I will be gone.
Ten more minutes and my body will char.
Can't get out, I am too weak.
Can't get out, I am stuck.
With a fallen tree bruising my limbs, and a broken heart descending.
Soon I'll be just a hidden corpse.
Among the billions today, buried deep tomorrow.
If only I would have known, I shouldn't have came out here.
But now it's all to late.
It's getting hard to breath.
Oh God, how can this be?
The fire I started will be the end of me, but then where will I go?
To Heaven?
To Hell!
As I lay here with fear creeping into my eyes, I now understand why.
I understand your greatness, and your ability to love.
I understand your passion, and your forgiving heart.
I understand why we're here, and why I'm almost not.
Most imported now, I see your mercy is strong, even though I have done wrong.
It may have taken fifteen years, but what is life without you!
And now I know your face.
As my eyes shut, my bones burn, I breath my final breath.
I know that only by amazing grace, my soul will find eternal peace.
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