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Lonely Days Are Over - Chapter 1 - the Valley of Virtuous Vibes

Lonely days are over A new day resembles a new start No more doubting or pouting… Have high hopes instead – Let’s embrace each other It’s time to explore a valley of virtuous vibes… Promise me you won’t rip my heart apart (Chant: Feel the rhythm of my heart… The moment you broke it apart Feel the rhythm of my storm The moment you shoved me in your deserted dorm x3) By sheer experience, You’ve saved my life, Oh Lord of Accord! I will pray for His people He has fought all of my foes With a sharp, sharp sword – Slicing away my wistful woes Oh Lord, you never bore me – has your healing rain poured? (Chant: You threw me out like a pen that ran out of ink I’m no longer useful for writing…drawing…I’ll stop resisting & fighting Though the tears run down my eyes…the tears were clouding my eyes – I somberly blink You abandoned me, putting me in adoption, leaving me in the margins, howling…I’m sick of feeling like life has no meaning…my mind settles down when I start writing I’m no longer willing to put up with your lying… But, I’m still surviving…still crying!! I’ll keep on trying!!) Let the good sensations grow though! ~ I know…I know I gottah let go! Let go! Remain sane…trying not to appear insane I’m actin’ like a fool with an inadequate tool, Runnin’ around in circles without a brain Frankly, all we need is to refrain! You are as sweet as sugar cane! Am I driving on another lane? Are you on the same page with me? Am I a pain? Tell me if I am Insane to a certain degree! Am I a pain? Probably so because I’m yearning for His rain! Tell me if I’m taking this too far – do you long to be free? Do you long to be truly, sincerely free, baby?

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Date: 11/2/2018 9:16:00 AM
Hi Jw, running through your thoughts I see such strong imagery, your words painting a living canvas of so many thoughts. Poetry seems to be your vessel of release, whatever you are feeling at the time, these emotions sing in your poetry. Have a wonderful Friday. Your friend....Mike.
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