The
glare from his watch
Ruled
my eyes
The
intense reflection
Ripped
through time
High
lighting all these
Things
I've done
Denotating
my
Very
cerebelum
Some
may see the light
That
I cannot
But
I will thole
'Cause
that's the plot
By
gravity forcing
The
ball to fall
The
infrared light
Was
seen by all
But
our eyes are
Now
tired and worn
Our
minds are callused
Our
hearts are torn
What
we want
We
do not know
What
we see's
Not
white as snow
This poem was written about my seemingly life long struggle with God and my relationship with Him. It's been a roller coaster of logic and thoughts. In order to understand this you will most likely have to have an elementary understanding and knowledge of the bible.
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