All this murky, thick, and dark
i cannot see or hear or feel...
Dark and silent, shoes and clothes
quiet words inside me rose...
Two worlds existing
Two worlds colliding...
A split of blood drops from my agony
That of life needs a soul...
When she's sad or blue...this angel will help her...
When she falls...this angel will help her up...
Dreams And Consequences
By Mark Spencer...
I feel the need
To fill this whole...
If I can not praise my Lord,
Who else can I lift my soul unto...
And in the end
the poet's voice wasn't heard...
Internal struggles, external troubles
My mind is a chaotic mess...
God is the person
that i can depend on...
Today I looked up to the sky
I hope and pray someones there...