Whirlpool
The swirls of the whirlpool are dragging me down, I often feel like I'm
going to drown.The whirlpool is all of my sin, all of my anger that's
stored in a bin, all of my hatred, all of my pain, living this lie and
going slowly insane.My life has been a lie, a joke, a shame and I need
to remind myself again and again that there's a point to life that I cannot explain,
my sin has come back on me it is too late, i cannot get out, i am to blame.
Being sucked down, the water above my head, unable to hear, unable to see,
unleashing a scream that will never be heard, a tear coming from under
the seam. Water in my mouth, my nose, my ears, the sin washing over me
from the wasted years.
By:
Derrick Frank
Copyright © Derrick Frank | Year Posted 2005
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