flowing on a river of sweet serenity

this poem was 15 years in the making..... pieces of me pieces of me, of where my heart use to be, flipping me blue and black; alone on this sinful path. shunned by the ones I called, "friends". as my name is spoken in vain, bloody scars numb my pain; raising my walls of steel, INVISIBLE to the world... Sign in to see full entry.

i wrote this poem as inspiration from a talk from our priest at church. the LORD FINDS ME Looking out from the outside, my one place to hide, when the weight of the world is too much for my handle and suddenly against me. THE LORD FINDS ME. when im lost in darkness and alone in the crowd, THE LORD... Sign in to see full entry.