The treadmill of goodbye runs me through a lost energy
Syncopated breaths of truth fall within an unfit destiny
But I need to change all weak memory
And become someone I dreamed to be with a cause
Driving myself in the tiredness of the break
I must go on; I must continue a challenge of individuality
In a street of blankness and forgotten sake
Re occupy the battle of not feeling fake
Hospitable problems awaken my fears
Sweating painful jogs of tears
The cycle of swimming trepidations
Only drown me in a pool of determination
To pull my chin to the sky
And not say goodbye to the DSD – Dreams, Strength, Determination
The devil tries to stir me away from peace, organization and a fulfilled beauty shining from my soul. Always now it is darkness, blackness and fear. I am not anywhere near asking to go to heaven, yet time flies and lies and before u know it its too late. It’s a dangerous temptation to pretend I am good, white heart, green pastures on my side of actions. Looking without the rose speckled glasses there is famine in my smile, deeds of greed, shortage of strength.
I want to write about how god has saved me from so much, given me aid and helped me break through shells and shells of disaster. I want to write about the invisible closeness, the clear kindness he has reassured me with. Yet now I am bored from asking, bored with trying to show him I care.
All I do is tell him to scribble my name out from his love.
It's time to go back to the day I changed, that day is crucial - like an exam I must attend – I must go back to that day when I used to be in love with my faith and not just getting by.
(To be continued.)
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