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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