Accidentally Did Come On
Should be writing poems which do not rhyme.
Where in the world am I supposed to start?
Just gaccidentally have called up Poetry Soup.
Am watching news on my TV screen right now.
Death, dying, damage, destruction, destroyed.
Damnation, dirty deed, devastation, dried up.
What other possible thing could go wrong?
Only God can make them become blessings.
Why would God allow hard times to occur?
What are we really supposed to do to adjust?
What did we really do to deserve all of this?
For every question that exists is there an answer?
Digestion of each question is part of a confession.
I always receive weird looks as I write my poems.
Normality imay be a word foreign to my mind.
This may also include immagination and thought.
So where should we really start as well as begin?
Hopefully God will help us find ourselves fortunate.
Then hopefully God will forgive us of all of our sins.
A place in heaven will be saved by Him for all of us.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2021
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