An Ode to the SIlent Truth

(poems go here) Some people call them problems I do what I can to solve them The words don’t fall upon my lips I have to think and catch my grip Because my words require thought Some may ponder it a lot But you won’t know everything Until you’ve known of my every sting It may come out for a moment If you’re lucky you’ll hear it too I’m not clever with my rhyme scheme I don’t need a ribbon blue I have an underlying theme And I write it out to keep me sane I just hope you catch my words I will try to keep it plain. Some say I’m gullable and I usually reply There’s nothing wrong with having faith in truth instead of lies I can be random if you couldn’t tell And nothing ‘bout it’s sly I just speak of how I feel Whether it’s a problem or a guy I don’t want to complain I just wanted to try Writing how I feel It’s like a plane tryin’ to fly It’s a process but it’s natural Just need a push and a shove Got some friends that push my buttons But give me something to love I want to say I’m optimistic But at times the glass seems to be empty I fear God sees my actions And the sins, yes, I have plenty Gonna rise up with the moon Because the Son isn’t quite ready I may have lost you with my words And if the moral isn’t clear I’m working on my issues And I’ve got an eager ear To take advise, try anew Like rehabilitation ‘til I’m through I’ve got a page to turn To be myself, to be true Build that spine upon my back That I lost so deep in my past Reverse the time so I can track The time when I was close to Him, When I wanted that to last I’m here and I should be greatful Got a lot to do, a plate full But in my cleanse I hope to win And at a loss be my sin-full.