My Soul

My soul is lost in contrition
As my sins are brought to perdition
Towards our Lord I show recourse
As I walk through the valley I behold
Where the blood red river runs so cold
Some are blessed with a life that grows old
But when the young are taken our hearts bleed with tears uncontrolled
For our loss we can not be consoled
As we look at our own mortality it fills us with fear
For we are full with life but our death is growing ever so near
Throughout our life's there are things we respect
But side by side with things we revere
If into our past we could reappear
Our sins we would wipe clear

reefaman

I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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