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Down and Out

So many nights like these on my hands and knees Begging God please give me just a little release In a dark desperate state with too much on my plate Straight out of the gate this seems to be my fate Since the womb ive been denied, hated and despised Just another outcast from the tribe , discarded, judged and tried. A wayward son buried deep , too many secrets Ive had to keep. This insanity steels My sleep , a weeping wailing black sheep. I scream up at the skies, is it all just smoke and lies. It just seems the more i try, i never find peace of mind. So i pray my heart will heal and God will give me a better deal And true happiness i can feel and he will show me what is real

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 5/26/2016 8:19:00 PM
Jesus loves you Carl, always remember that my friend!:)
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Date: 5/26/2016 1:25:00 AM
Carl, this is deep my friend. I believe, you will find the perfect peace (piece) once the screaming stops. Always enjoy reading your poems. LINDA
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