Many places, I've come to know, People of different cultures, too; They all have their thing, Something that they can do, But not me, not yet, My talent has yet to show up. I write and write, plots And twists and poems and Even the rare favorite of The readers I've lured And ensnared in my blog. Yet deep inside, I force myself To write the words that meet The lines of text and thoughts. Then I turn to run, and Find the wind upon my face As I escape my life, But it always catches up, And the worries I face Distract me, making the Outside world obsolete. Even in reading, I find Myself buried in stories That show misfortune in the Lives of fictional characters, Directly only to do as they Were told by the writer. And yet, in stories there is a Beauty unmatched by reality, A world that eventually Results in kindness and Peace and excitement. And being in those worlds, If only for a mere moment, Is my hobby. If only I could Be the character in the ...
Man! This is so pretty and feels straight from the Bible!
ReplyDeleteI wish I could compliment you on the imagery, but you didn't write Psalm 102:3-4. :P XD
Aside from the last line, yeah, it's pretty much straight from the Bible :P
DeleteI mean, I changed it up a bit...the lines may not come in that order, and Idk, I might have changed the wording, but for the most part, straight from the Bible
That's cool, though! A lot of songs sung in our church are pretty close to the original Psalms
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