Faithless Sinner
by
Debra Rose
(Age: 21)
copyright 11-26-2002
Age Rating: 16 to 127
I would like to invite all who read this to have a field day in chopping up every little detail...take out your anger on this poem! Pretend its your ex and tear it apart, pointing out ruthlessly all horrible parts of it!!!! Just...don't go off on how horribly it treated you and that it stopped sending you flowers, please?
I climbed the highest mountain
To say an honest prayer
I figured at that precipice
Maybe God would hear me there
For where else could He hear me
Fallen from His grace
With sins in love and preference
Floating aimlessly through space
Standing on this peak so high
With only stars above
I could not think of but to jump
From this world deplete of love
Though instead I cried my prayer
And listened but in vain
I heard no booming voice above,
Felt no answers in my brain
My heart felt empty, dead as stone
As it tumbled from that peak
I being such a willing sinner
Why would He want to speak?
Churches cast my kind to hell
They dub us all insane
Same-sex love is but a sin
The bible whispers in my brain
And if it's true then maybe this
Is all I'm meant to be
A faithless sinner on the streets
Wandering aimlessly
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A Father may be disappointed at what a child will do, but a father doesn't turn their back on their child (there are exceptions to every rule). For the most part a parent wants it's child to have more than they had. At least that is what I have experienced with my parents and what I have given to my children. It is so nice to know you are doing so good now! Anthony
You have a tremendous amount of insight for one of 15 years. I almost missed a good poem because of the preamble, in all honesty, not very well written.