Deception was the game he playedDeception was the game he played, till it took my love away.
It broke the wings I used to fly, I fell and fell and don’t know why.
The world I knew it shook, it crumbled and layed me down, a broken angel.
As I lay a pone the hard cold ground, I ponder on the things I found. No heart has he, no soul with in, the man whose master is his sin. What creature thus breathes with no beating heart, not conscious of all the things he has caused! My voice some how said, in a small little tone, what have you shattered, what have you done. No answer I found in his eyes made of steel, no jester of sorrow, no plead for appeal. I left the beast to his lying ways, no more to hear, no more to say. So sad was I, a blue so deep it nearly took the breath I breathe. I fought to keep my sanity and struggled with my hunting dreams. Darkness was the worst of all it brought the shadows to my wall, the scenes of him and her played out, over and over till I wore out. Exhausted then I’d fall asleep to find them there, no rest, no peace. In a pleading voice I heard myself say help me Lord to find my way.
Lift me Lord and help me fly with all the love I have inside. Take me to the one who waits for this angel’s heart he will not break. Give to me the strength I need, and help me stay a pone my feet. Your grace has taught me to forgive, to trust again and help me live. To seek the pleasures I deserve, to seek the one true heart he bares. He will be so strong and he will be true, he who will know just what to do. He will mend and grow my wings to soar me further then I’ve ever seen. Lord please let me fly again beyond where I have never been. .L.S. 05/09
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