My actions don't speak for exactly who I' am
I was blessed with the gift of dedication
And cursed with the feeling and strain of hunger
Is a person a thief…if they have stolen to feed those who can't eat
Am I no longer human if I must kill a man to save another man's life
Is life that brutal that survival determines who we are
Because I to have a heart that beats irregular
A soul that fears it's date with death
For its unsure of where it may travel, and knows the end is near
My tears have grown dry and become sand beneath my eyes
A mere distraction of vision
So I pray
I kneel to my knees and beg for the Lord's mercy
That those I have turned away from, turn against me
That I be forgiven for my grief and this addiction to eat
To live
To breath
To taste
I pray….
That just this once, for these moments
God loves me enough to look the other way
….Forgive me Father, for I have sin.
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Walk in my mind...
I’ am not a poet. This is not a book. Instead these are collections of what I think. These are broken pieces of shattered memories. This is a journey. You can travel by plane, car, train, or any vehicle that your mind will allow you to use. The journey begins where you start and it ends where you stop it. This is a path with no definite destination. Its directions could change at any moment. Its navigational system is simply the use of imagination, which means you can travel anywhere and arrive there at anytime. You are now a passenger on the THE FREEWAY OF THOUGHT
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