Saturday, February 25, 2017

Poem 2

Odd life,
Time changed.
Lost chances,
Perfect to forget.


Closing ears and eyes,
running from Him;
fearing the light,
crawling in the dark.


Ignoring His voice,
tried to vanish his mark
with outstanding noise.


Exchanging his voice
with senseless verses;
trading his glory
for brief pleasure.


Emptiness filled my heart,
called the dark a friend;
in ignorance,
looking for the end.
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