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Iris Acevedo Poem
Forgive me dear Lord,
For I have sinned in so many ways.
I have done a lot of wrong in my life,
That’s it so hard for me to explain.
At times I have lost faith in you,
So much I did not even care.
I did the things I wanted to do,
Because I thought life was so unfair.
I know I have disappointed you,
So I feel like you have abandoned me.
I feel like there’s no point in praying anymore,
Because you hate the person I turned out to be.
I ask you for your help dear Lord,
Because I feel lost in all my sorrows.
I hate the way I have been feeling lately,
That I really don’t want to see tomorrow.
I feel so angry each day of my life,
That I let out my steam on others.
No one really knows what I’m going through,
Not even my father or mother.
I toss and turn and cry each night,
Because of thoughts that go through my mind.
I regret the decisions and actions I’ve made,
And with disappointment I close my eyes and sigh.
So now I turn to you dear Lord,
And hope that you will forgive me.
Help me get through these hard times of mine,
And be the person I should be.
Copyright © Iris Acevedo | Year Posted 2006
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Iris Acevedo Poem
So the flower is trying to keep on growing,
In a room that is cold and gray.
She tilts alone by a window in a corner,
Thinking how to make it through the day.
Her leaves are becoming brittle and dry,
Her pedals are dull and brown.
She notices that her life is going downward,
That if you see her, you’ll see her with a frown.
Days, hours, and minutes go by,
When she realizes her life can not be on hold.
As she bows her head and closes her eyes,
She whispers, “I do not want to die alone.”
She feels like her life is falling apart,
Yet she still tries hard to hold on.
She feels vulnerable and delicate at this time,
But she knows not to ever give up.
Tears run slowly down her face,
As she sees her life turning so black.
Having feelings of loneliness and being incomplete,
She questions, “How can I get my life back?”
People walk by and smile at her,
Not knowing what she is going through.
They think she has a wonderful life,
When the truth is she’s been sad and blue.
As her life continues in a sadly way,
She knows very well her life will be hard.
Waiting for the love and happiness she longs for,
She lingers with a broken heart.
Copyright © Iris Acevedo | Year Posted 2008
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Iris Acevedo Poem
So the flower is trying to keep on growing,
In a room that is cold and gray.
She tilts alone by a window in a corner,
Thinking how to make it through the day.
Her leaves are becoming brittle and dry,
Her pedals are dull and brown.
She notices that her life is going downward,
That if you see her, you’ll see her with a frown.
Days, hours, and minutes go by,
When she realizes her life can not be on hold.
As she bows her head and closes her eyes,
She whispers, “I do not want to die alone.”
She feels like her life is falling apart,
Yet she still tries hard to hold on.
She feels vulnerable and delicate at this time,
But she knows not to ever give up.
Tears run slowly down her face,
As she sees her life turning so black.
Having feelings of loneliness and being incomplete,
She questions, “How can I get my life back?”
People walk by and smile at her,
Not knowing what she is going through.
They think she has a wonderful life,
When the truth is she’s been sad and blue.
As her life continues in a sadly way,
She knows very well her life will be hard.
Waiting for the love and happiness she longs for,
She lingers with a broken heart.
Copyright © Iris Acevedo | Year Posted 2006
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