A Poetic Twist

I feel as empty as empty can be Like a dark cloud is covering me Mind is twisted, thoughts are bent Straight from hell this poem was sent All that’s happened, happened in vein As I ramble towards going insane When two lives cross they also meet Better not try and take my seat I contemplate going back to school This used up dried out convict fool Because of fate I’ll never be a part Of the blood pumping through societies heart I’m just waiting till the day I fail And go back to live with my friends in hell Now just picture me kicking back with a great big grin As the Lord and I give this poem a little spin I feel as beautiful as beautiful can be As clear blue skies hover over me My mind is straight it’s no longer bent For the Lord has made my story heaven sent Nothing that happens, happens in vein No longer do drugs make me insane I’ll tell you “It’s my pleasure” as we meet Please be my guest and have a seat Next semester I’m going back to school Ready to prove that I’m no fool Because I do all I can I’m now a part Earning my place in societies heart With the Lord on my side I know I won’t fail For the Lord is my light guiding me away from hell Today I was pondering how much our words truly mean and how easly they can be twisted. I realized that we not only need to watch what we say but also how we say it. A simple play on words can give a message a whole new meaning. I hope all of this came out right.