Is it a curse that I’m fated to walk beside you?
May my words be like nuclear bombs
and clear the way. Yes, clear the way for me.
Drums as the backdrop to my poems
they shake the waves but I write not for praise
praise to the MOST HIGH.
I’m stuck here Dear Heavenly Father
this world is not where I’m meant to be
all my friends have abandoned me
and I’m starved of light and love.
I’ll admit I wasn’t free I settled for the least
it was just a spotlight but I made it out
to be a supernova.
But deep down didn’t change in me,
I tried to stay me and when I even didn’t know
who I was I decided I would trust God
who alone knows me.
No one is my friend here anymore.
I have no one and I’m trying to adjust to this
my life keeps getting emptier
my body is losing its blood
and I don’t really care if this moment was my murderer.
I used to read my words with adoration
now I run away, I cringe and pretend they’re not my own.
The wolf has chased me away.
I only have one place left, it’s with
you Dear God.
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