Forgotten
Sometimes, I used to feel,
like the Lord
had forgotten about me.
Like, me and my stuff
had been put on the back burner,
until I could figure out,
whatever it was...
whatever it was...
whatever it was,
that HE wanted me to see.
And, sometimes it felt like...
whatever lesson that
was meant for me to learn,
I couldn't learn it.
And, whatever points
in this life game,
that I needed,
I didn't have what it took,
to earn it.
Like, the devil had time,
to snatch up my list of dreams,
set it on fire,
and just burn it.
So that all I could do,
would be, to think of my dream,
and with tears in my eyes,
just yearn it.
Copyright © Danita Michelle Allen | Year Posted 2013
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