Get Up
Cast down into a zone of deep darkness;
Feeling doomed, alone, and homeless.
I don't belong; so why me, and how long?
I reminence those times when I was strong.
Now, I am weak, beaten, and stuck in the mud,
feeling like a common criminal, a convicted thug
But today, from this musty pit where I now sit,
I shall indeed arise before I descend into the abyss
My soul has now been restored, revived, and made bold
I've now been freed from my enemy's grip and stronghold
10212017 PS
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2017
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