A plea

Whole world's gone to hell, Here I sit in jail, Cold floors touch my hands, As tears flow out in strands, God help me please, I'm a product of the breeze, A leaf gone with the flow, Thinking this is where I should go, I did not show Grace but stone, These choices were my own, Pray this isn't too late for me, Please God hear my plea!

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Alesia Leach

Date: 3/1/2025 7:28:00 PM

Your poem has a raw and emotional quality that makes it compelling. The desperation and regret come through strongly, especially with the imagery of cold floors, flowing tears, and being a drifting leaf with no direction. The contrast between "Grace" and "stone" is particularly powerful, emphasizing the realization of past hardness and mistakes.

Garrett Bass
Date: 3/2/2025 10:57:00 AM

Thank you so much Alesia! Your analysis is on point and greatly appreciated!!

Oliver Mckeithan

Date: 2/27/2025 6:46:00 PM

Powerful poem Garrett. Hitting rock bottom is tough. That is usually when we cry out to the Lord.

Garrett Bass
Date: 2/27/2025 7:35:00 PM

Thank you so much Oliver! Yes we definitely need those troughs so we can realize how great the peaks are!