Black Poetry : IT Was Me

Desert Storm

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This time
In my life
So worried about my future
And the tears I try to hold back and fight
Crying in my bed all night
Just wanting to leave
Thinking about how much it wasn't fair
Why did you have to leave?
Sometimes you just have to let things go
No matter how much you think you know
I need prayer for the rest of my years
And it's hard to explain it to you
That it was me
Filled with memories dreams
With out a care
Filled with fantasies
That aren't real
Sitting by my window gazing
Thinking about how it would be
So painful
I can't see my way
Looking and looking
I am going in sane
I am going in sane
This is experience
Was never enjoyable
The way I was falling for you
So mysterious are your ways
Tonight
My memory is vague
As I remain silent
And in prayer
Feeling the numbness
And the sorrow and disengaged
Feeling the worry and anxiety
Oh, Jesus
Rescue me from myself
I don't want to pretend
It was me
Left behind
In the end
 

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