I lie bleeding, sprawled out on spikes Laid out by you every night And although it does give me a fright I never turn around to fight Off the hurt and pain you incite Though inside I’m shrieking like a shrike
The blood drains, pours out of me Red rivers of hate I see I mourn the loss of self , I grieve While my weakness and futility you decree Instead of finding the strength to leave My tears form an unending stream
The blood drains below my bed of nails While I quiver, shudder and quail Leaving a long bloody trail Into roses it pools concealing a ghastly tale Of dying relationships- feeble and frail Locked up in a cocoon- effectively a jail
These roses deceptively and sweetly try To any who find the need to pry Instead of depicting a love gone wry They never wither and never die Since the trail of blood never runs dry Bloody roses always lie
TRIBUTE To Every monk, priest and anyone, who has walked the lonely path, separate and whole unto God; isolated and remote for the sake of the gospel. Keep the Faith and run the race, for your reward is great with Christ Jesus Luke 6:22-23
hopefaithloveAmen, and so true. We are persecuted on this earth for our faith. I try not to take it personally but its hard. This world is full of sin, hatred, evil so many loving self Its a spiritual battle. People who are so blind to the truth do not understand, they have hearts of stone. I have lost many friends. Im just so thankful that I know the Lord Jesus Christ as my saviour and when i die will be in glory Amen..
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