Confessions of a Sinner

October 26, 2018

Blinded by love showing signs of self hatred stuck at the beginning stages a troubled soul not searching for a pot of gold just looking for a state of peace I hope you set me free from misery being mentally challenged I give all my sins in exchange to be cleanse in your sons blood for it is like a bug draining my energy I know I'm putting my life in jeopardy can't you see me im crying out for you I bet it's a beautiful view in heaven let these be my confessions I was a slave to sin hated my own reflection never had any real friends so I sit here with a pin and a pad to vent it seem your the only one that listen I mean pay attention I'm dead to this world in my existence what is the ways of the living being whos hearts continue beating. Made by Elijah Wilson

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Elijah A WilsonOct 26, 2018

Poetry became a form of therapy to heal the scars and marks imprinted deep inside of me a relationship with God was the recipe that dwelleth inside of me that kept me high in the midnight sky got my heart departed with the Stars tears falling from my eyes have made it hard where do I start the devil has not yet played his last card the pain and suffering became my strength when this spiritual battle became intense I cleanse all evil thoughts and hurt inside of me with a simple poem created from the words and thoughts of my Dome. Made by Elijah Aubrey Wilson