PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

with politics and policies we try

to mend what we have made, to keep alive

our deadliest assumptions crystalize

for we built these cityscapes on ice.

i've never made my way to solid ground,

cause you have to make a choice to make a sound.

decisions that we make will keep us bound,

and Lord, I cannot deal with that.

no self-respecting man would sell his life,

and i had to know what's yours to learn what's mine.

i'll never truly live until i die,

and i'll never look a thing like Christ.

there are days i'd like to wake and thank the Lord,

but my hardened heart contends that i'm unsure.

i'm positive i've been to hell before,

would you save me if i go to hell once more?

i've been a wreck,

i need a savior,

and i'm trying not to be

a man stuck in a room

i've been a wreck,

i need a savior,

and i'm dying just to be

something that's of use