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Down Hill

I turned and turned, Where was my help, Where could i get help from. Who was to rescue me, I was going down hill. I looked and looked, No one was nearby, No one heard me scream, No one on sight, I was going down hill. I cried and cried , Pain engulfed my throat, Pain pierced through my heart, Pain was my companion, i was going down hill. Then i looked in the sky, Knelt down to pray, I was drained of all my strengh , At the bottom of the hill, I cried for mercy. Where was my help, Dear God , Dear God, Dear God, Amen.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 2/28/2016 7:51:00 AM
Lucy, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA
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Date: 1/7/2016 12:51:00 AM
Lucy, Enjoyed reading your poem, Forever ~SKAT~
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Date: 8/29/2015 6:25:00 PM
Your cries are heard, your strenght is your faith...keep the faith, you have a purpose in life. I was once where you are in this poem. ~ peace
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Date: 3/7/2013 12:54:00 PM
Anne is right. Is time to climb back up that hill and raise your flag high. Welcome to poetry soup. Regards Richard
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Date: 3/5/2013 11:29:00 AM
Lucy, Welcome to P-Soup! - Hope you do not loses courage by the comments you have received. - It's a good poem, and I look forward to reading more from you in the future .... Have fun with words and thoughts - write so that your computer will be hot! - I've been on this page for a while now and I'm just saying "Heia Norge"! - Anne-Lise (Norge) :)
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