Tuesday, September 1, 2009


Thoughts of jewels, silver, gold
Have become a blur
Filled with visions of dirt, dust, mud
Change so quickly to occur

Sinking deep in the vast valley
Of I all I want not be
Kneeling in the quicksand
Feeling abandoned by me

Once I was a person
Someone I understood
Now I know not what I am
Vexing thoughts' intent no good

Drops of red, crimson deep
Filling up my brain
Prayers being lifted on my behalf
Calling for me to be sane

If God's plan is insanity
Then help me to accept
That what this is, is good somehow
My purpose not inept

No comments:

Post a Comment