My Blood Is Boiling Poem by Junius Barnes

My Blood Is Boiling

Rating: 5.0


My blood is boiling.
My soul is warm.
The kindness in me is almost gone.

My mom is sick she can’t move.
That why I can’t lose.
My soul is boiling what should I do?

My love is gone.
Mankind is not kind it’s evil is cruel.
My blood is boiling that why I’m cruel.
But I have not loss the duel with life.
I have a secret weapon the name is Christ.

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Junius Barnes

Junius Barnes

Roswell, Georgia
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