The Life For Me Poem by Little King of Sorrows

I think about more, than I forget,
It leaves a heart sore, when it beats with regret.
Ignorance is bliss, so sorrow I feel,
Hearing demons that hiss, the battle so real.
All that I see, a world full of show,
makes no difference to me, I let that life go.
Inside is the fight, a spiritual quest,
I follow the light, of the God I know best.
His word is my path, his way is so true,
His love is my bath, when the daytime is through.
My tongue is a mess, sometimes I'm confused.
This I confess, I'm rotten and bruised.
When the fuel tank is low, He gives me a fill.
He blankets my body, from the cold winter chill.
He saves me a prize, in a place far away.
Can't see with my eyes, but It's as real as today.
A burden I carry, since 2005,
the first born I bury, but yet I'm alive.
These shoulders are weighted, the muscle I bare,
like atlas I'm stated, holding a world that won't care.
Till darkness encases, the green of my eyes.
I'll pass through the phases, exposing the lies.
This life has been given, and the sins that I own,
Are mine for the livin, not written in stone.
I repent and replant. I reap and I sow,
I resent and recant, my wrongs that I know.
A friendship begotten, a good-bye in the making,
all hatred forgotten, it's mine for the taking.
A thanks to above, for blessings received.
Accepting rebuke in pure love, for those I deceived.
So many talents, entrapped in my brain,
Ensnared in it's talons, a constant refrain.
But a parable I read, when I was a boy,
if I leave them un-spread, I'm wasting my joy.
So fly hindered soul! You're born to be free!
For life as a whole, God's given to thee!

© 2013 L.K.Sorrows