Sitting there above the fire suicide I sure desire
Not feeling guilty of my thinking for god accepts my true repenting
For gods love is not hard to acquire sitting there above a fire
I am thankful that I am living but soon ill hear the angels singing
Now I look down from the top hoping for the fire to stop
Now as I decide to jump hearing my hearts constant thump
I now can feel my stomach drop my heart is racing, racing nonstop
There I am sitting on my rump I just don’t have the nerves to jump
Right than and there I get ambition I know that death is my conviction
Half way down my life was taken for my life was not forsaken
To the gates I had admission thanks for God’s great jurisdiction
The devils wrath that day was waken remember those whose life’s were taken
Submitted: July 17, 2009
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Haileigh
I love this. I can't believe it doesn't have any comments. It sure deserves them. I've thought about this before, but would never be able to put it into words this well(poetry is NOT my thing. I admire a good poet and you seem to be one. I'll definitely be back to read some of your longer pieces when it's not 2 in the morning.
Sat, August 22nd, 2009 8:30amAuthor
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ha ha late nights are a thrill thanks
Sat, August 22nd, 2009 10:11am