Posted on

Untitled 2

What was the purpose of creating me
Why have I spent all my days just wishing to be free
I once heard a prophet say the problem children are the most gifted
Maybe that explains why my fate and demise have shifted
A poet to You but a criminal to the world
What was the benefit of hanging on to Your every Word

Advertisement

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.