Last Prayer
i fall to the bottom,the air begins to thicken.
A gloomy feel of fear and failure laughs in my face as i slip away into darkness.
I close my eyes and prepare to give to the overwhelming fate i now face.
I begin my last prayer.
"i am the creator of my own perfect trap.
My directions and ways of life are the reason i am at this place.
I tried my way to find the way out;to live.
Now i give to your hands,my life with out doubt.
Forgive me, your will be done."
Copyright © Randall Ingram | Year Posted 2005
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