Freedom from self
Once a bitter,anguished soulThat dwell in an abyss
Steeped in self-delusions
That nothing was amiss.
Glutted on self-pity
Nurtured on falce pride
With fear my soul companion
In whom I could confide.
I had no God to guide me
No Angle heaven sent
For all had now forsaken me
Least that was my lament
I had a myriad of excuses
It was them! Not I the liar!
For was it not life its self
That cast me in the mire?
But all the while,was my addiction
That kept me from the truth
For it has no sence of mercy
nor clemency or ruth.
Now prayer my only refuge
I fall on shaking knees
A scroundrel seeking mercy
I ask Him humbly "please"
And sence that day on humbled knees
The miricals have past
I walk now with the living
A free man long at last.
So join me now I beg you
If you hunger to be free
And your miricals will happen
Just as they did for me.
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