 | Latest Poem: Morbid Thoughts |
| Morbid thoughts creep and crawl Through a maze named my mind... My brain, inside my head, Where ideas flow and questions are asked Conversations take place, In this place that I speak to myself. I wonder...who would cry if I died? And if the me I see in the mirror, Is in fact, the me that other people see. Is this reality? Or are we to play a character, In someone else's dream? Can heaven be beyond the great blue sky, Past such a vast outer space? And will everyone going have a place, Or is it all a myth, and Earth a waste? Can He deny what was made from Him On a careless day in a crazy whim? Morbid thoughts creep and crawl....... |
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 | Poem Category: Struggling With Doubt |
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Morbid Thoughts by shyla (Feb. 24) |
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