My Poem Is Religious

June 18, 2016

My life once was sad

That was the only struggle

I was just mad

At the world as I watched it crumble

Once full of life

Now full of hatred

People cut down the world with a knife

Not knowing that it's sacred

I can't follow their paths of pain

I sit down open the book

It's an instant call to keep me sane

I have to look

At words that always remain heavenly

The only poem my heart feeds

But will never bleed.

My poem is religion

Yes I'm a Christian

Now who are you?

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