Monday, November 24, 2008
a man without a future will always return to his past.
the past haunts,
like a savage beast hungered,
its shadows overcast.
its paws rearing over its prey,
creating an aura of immense fear and trauma over Him.
His eyes bloodshot with trepidation,
a wrecked memory and a broken soul,
chained to a past as heavy as the weight of a boulder.
the overwhelming sorrows were the Coup de grâce to his mind.
so pick up these shattered fragments of his soul,
torn apart by an ungly past,
and to piece them together,
only to crumble again to dust.
i am only human,
everyone has got a past,
everyone has got scars to show.
BUT a merry heart serves as medicine to a wounded spirit.
live in the light of faith,
for God can only dwell in a positive life and mind,
but foils in the old and the negative.
heal me.
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6:03 AM
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