Devastation
You would understand,
if you could see through my eyes,
why I have the fact
of hate and despise.
Through the days of time,
praying to God instead of shrines.
Deep, dark secrets going through my mind
so dreadful, I wish I could leave them behind.
From time to time
wishing I was never here;
Watching my back
from all these double-crossing peers.
Always smiling
in someone's face,
while underneath
I look with disgrace.
All this pressure placed upon me
like the great walls of the sea;
Please, Lord, lift my soul
so I can be with thee.
And if I could save myself from this hurtful state,
I would fly away to a much safer place.
A place like the heavenly gates,
where all God's love would erase my hate.
And please, Lord, don't let it be too late--
because all I want is to be
without hate in my heart--
for goodness sake.
Copyright © Maurice Love | Year Posted 2011
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