Storm of Madness
The moon shines bright
Over the water.
My arms are empty.
All is still.
Daddy!
Daddy
Comes out of the water
Wearing his red shorts.
And
He knows what I did.
He was in the water
Watching, praying, waiting.
But God told him not to
Worry.
Worry!
That's what a parent does.
And I survived, lived,
With no effects.
Daddy said that he knew about the madness.
He had had it himself.
But he would be with me
For always,
He and God
God and me.
And sometimes death
Did not win.
You know what?
Oneness between God,
My Dad and me
That's cool.
That's all!
Don't let the madness overcome you.
Dominus Vobiscum!!!!!!!!!!!!
God be with you
Over the water.
My arms are empty.
All is still.
Daddy!
Daddy
Comes out of the water
Wearing his red shorts.
And
He knows what I did.
He was in the water
Watching, praying, waiting.
But God told him not to
Worry.
Worry!
That's what a parent does.
And I survived, lived,
With no effects.
Daddy said that he knew about the madness.
He had had it himself.
But he would be with me
For always,
He and God
God and me.
And sometimes death
Did not win.
You know what?
Oneness between God,
My Dad and me
That's cool.
That's all!
Don't let the madness overcome you.
Dominus Vobiscum!!!!!!!!!!!!
God be with you
posted by Dobro at 3:00 PM
2 Comments:
I liked your poem. It was optimistic, which is something I've been missing from your posts! :)
Writing poetry helps me too, and it's always nice to hear positive feedback from somebody about it.
Take care, glad to hear you're feeling better.
i love the way you can make an optimistic poem... i cant do that myself.. but it wa really really powerful..
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