Hopefully no one will mind me posting some of my poetry on this blog. I am very into writing and poetry, so I try and write a lot. This is something I wrote today. The background to this piece is really just having faith and courage about what isn't known. Like, for instance, what lies on the other side of life. We don't know for sure, but we can have faith.
"She was holy that night,
She raised up her gun and turned the dark to light.
She painted the sky,
With everything missing from her life.
She went missing that night
She ran from the town and slipped right on her side.
And on the night she died
Jesus crept down the hall and brought her into the light.
You broke a pane of stained glass,
You broke your back when you fell through.
In a hospital bed
I had the faintest heart and the heaviest head
In a hospital bed
I learned who were my friends
On the night that she left
God spoke to me
He said,
"You've got to walk right through that door, Son.
You've got to wake up.
You've got to walk right through that door, Son."
I never want to wake up.
In a hospital bed,
Waiting for Jesus to come.
In my hospital bed,
Waiting for better days to come."
Yeah, it doesn't have much of a flow. So it probably reads very terribly. I hope someone likes it though.
Man. I love this so much. It really gave me chills. Definitely my favorite poem of yours.
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