Category: poetry

My life

It tried 

To takeover

And disguise

What was

Left behind

And dead 

And forgotten

A void

So dull

So out

Of control 

Like losing 

Would not

Be my

Only option

It is

A crime

To step

Out side

To see

What is

Already inside

With you 

It is 

A lie

To stay

In side

And think

He has

Left and

Forgot you

And the

Only thing 

I knew

Then and 

Well now

Only Jesus

Can give

Us what

We need

And enough

And more

And abundantly

Over and

Above what

We ask

Or what

We think

Will make me the head and not

The tail.

Dreams are overrated.

Where is your heart at?