This poem is borne of the frustration of existence I think every person encounters in their life. For me it is being a poet unheard and being in a world so undernourished in spirit. I think with more spirit we could all connect better instead of all the physical stuff blocking our view.
I didn't come here to win
I didn't come without sin
I fell and that's my fate
So you go on and guard that gate
I'm going nowhere 'til I hear a voice
Calling my name above the noise
I'm ready to go when it is my time
Too long I've been grounded for a crime
There was never forgiveness on this path
God forever has engaged His endless wrath
I'm tired of all this negative shit
All these zombies without a wit
Never shall I be one of them
Don't ever drop me here again!
Ciera S. Louise c. 09/02/05