Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

November 14, 2010

Gone

by Anonymous

I was once a caring person.
Someone who had silver wings of light.
But I learned not to trust you, god.
One of many faces, one who says he cares,
but with no proof I sit back and watch his desperate tries to rule.
Instead of forward, I look back, to the evil I give in.
I will be one with you, so teach me how to walk with you.
Face to Face.

1 comment:

  1. i feel the same way trust isnt easy

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