Held High
When I was young
I was in God's grace
Felt his love and peace
Could take me any place
But as I got older
My soul grew colder
And the sin started in
As I grew much bolder
Not proud of things I've done
I was on another level
Almost no emotions
When I held hands with the devil
Drinking life away
Almost everyday
No cares in the world
Mental prison's where I'd stay
For over four years
I had no fears
But deep inside
I shed a million tears
I had to make a change
But it was hard to break the chain
Livin like I did
Could make the good go insane
I started praying at night
So maybe I would see
That I was blinded by the darkness
Now I'm finally free
Feeling like a new person
Always staring at the sky
So when I die
My head will be held high
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
