A Heart That Bleeds
The choices one makes,
as a life is lived,
is the determination,
when that body is stilled.
Not ever thinking,
of anyone else,
trying to get more,
only thinking of ones self.
A prison in itself,
a heart that bleeds,
eyes that are red,
satisfying ones needs..
Sitting in a place,
where everything is locked,
every day freedom,
yesterday was hocked.
Never alone,
many are around,
things stay the same,
familiar sounds.
Cries ring out,
in the quiet of night,
please God help me,
make things right.
God will listen,
His Mercy is vast,
He can save one,
from a life gone bad.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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