My Soul Against the Wind-Let Me Die the Blight of Job
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Going to me my soul against the wind
velocity zephyr on this day I open my mouth and I pray
allow let this day let me perish Oh I wish that I was not born
in the night my soul's against the wind
emotional intensity intellectually and energy
are ever a part of me
preset perceived movements
of air blown blowing velocity of violent west zephyr
from Satan's breath
they cry for me let me die why you crying peace peace
I need give me sweet sweet release
it hurts it pains these feelings the devil saw me
crying he saw me and he thought that I was dying
my head was down but my eyes was close
Satan thought he had one until I said
Amen Hallelujah
let that day be darkness
but not God regard it from above
neither let the light shine upon it
take me away Lord
take me away from my pains and woes
let that night be solidarity let no joyful voice come there
in let them curse it that curse the day
who are ready to raise up their morning
in the morning why are you mourning
here's my warning my soul's against the wind
let me die why won't you let me die
why you crying let there be peace among me sweet, sweet release
it hurts it pains these feelings driving me insane
I can't take it anymore take me away Lord
let the stars of The Twilight they're all be dark
let it look for the light but have none the less
I'm hurting, I am hurting and I'm dismayed
the devil saw me crying a
And he thought I was dying
yay ! my head was sworn I was hurt
I was in pains and pain I was down
but my eyes were closed this I chose him my head was down
I was in prayer praying rebuking Satan
thought he won until the day I said
Amen Hallelujah
that is in his story and life unto the bitter and soul
which long for death but it comes not and dig it for
more than just hidden treasures which rejoice
when they can find the grave where was my grave
why am I so sad it hurts I rebuke the pains but they don't go away
Lord God Almighty how have you done this to me
this day my soul's against the wind
my soul is against the wind
emotional intensity part of me preset percent movements
of air blown blowing velocity set in motion
of violent eest zephyr from Satan's breath
let me die while you cry let me be in peace, peace sweet, sweet release
my eyes were closed I chose I rebuked him Satan
my head was pounding I was drowning dying in my sins
I was hurting I was being alerting aborted I was praying
Satan thought he had won
No such cost and I praised Amen Hallelujah
6/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2022
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