The Poetry Marathon

Weeping daughter

Don’t you know that you can have joy

For what you thought was the best thing, doesn’t even compare to what more

I have in store for you, if you would just believe

Your words speak a faith, yet, your heart is unbelief

Weeping daughter

Let me dry your eyes

Holding onto yesterday

Causes you to lose sight of renewed hope with a new day

I haven’t counted you as lost

You are still among the fold

I am the Good Shepard

With my loving hands, I will console

Weeping daughter

Look up with expectation

Man may have rejected you

But with me you’ve received acceptance

My shed blood has washed and purged your sin

Stop behaving like the swine

Returning to wallow in filthy pits

I have shown great mercy

With each breath you take

Yet, I am a jealous God

I will not share my glory

Do not mistake

Delayed judgment

For my being in agreement

Evil is wicked

Yet my plans work within it

Because you have free will

I will not force myself on you

I’m the perfect gentleman

Yet, one day soon time will end

Weeping daughter

Don’t lose hope

there’s work for you to do

Share your testimony

About what I can do

Others are waiting on you to show your light

Don’t hide under bushel

You’re required to be in plain sight

Your doubts and fears

Cast your cares on me

I was a man acquainted with your grief

Remind yourself of what my Son came to do

Encourage yourself in me

When ecstatic and when blue

Weeping daughter

Hear these words

Do not harden your heart

I will perform every promise

You’ve gotta be willing to depart

From self and be guided by my Holy Spirit

Too many with itching ears don’t recognize Truth when they hear it

I ask you to follow me on this sometimes lonely road

But your destination will be a crown in your Heavenly abode

COME HOME, my child

Addicted to the 1st time

Mind has since been blown

Feening for a new high

Cause life feels too low

Stress over what is

Pain from the past

A temporary numbing

Won’t last but I need it fast

Madness has taken it’s course

Spiraling out of control

Used to be functional

Before reason and I divorced

Slumber is all too simple

Appearance on the decay

But this lil pick-me-up

Gives sanity a chance

Wasted time during the day

insomnia in the eve

what’s really influencing me

Is it really there or the fright of what could be

I wake up in the middle of the night

and you’re not here to comfort me

to lull me back to sleep

just loneliness and the sound of night

Animals calling out for their mates

or sign of protection to seal their fate

A text nor will a phone call do

I need you

Be proactive

miss me to

So next time I’ll wake up next to you

When I opened my door for you

Lust held common sense hostage

However being who I am I couldn’t let myself fall victim to its plan

I see you grabbing me and pulling me closer as you kisss me from my forehead down

I want you to take control, leading where you want us to go

I’m not porcelain figurine

You can smack, squeeze, dominate over me

As I give permission

To this fantasy

But you barely speak

Awkward contact

When will you be bold enough

To lose it while taking it

The End

The conclusion

The final result

Predictable, maybe

Surprising, maybe to a fault

Press onward to compete the goal

that i committee to

even though I’ve never walked this road

I continue to move

Show a lil skin

Attention will begin

Onlookers will include prior rejectors

Who failed to see your potential

It will all be shallow though

Unless there’s a diamond in the rough

Realizing it takes time to build the kinda stuff that endures

Especially love

Your curves

Your cleavage

Showing off your physical best features

Maybe next time you can show your heart

But then who will be waiting?

Sleep calling out to me

“For Sweet Dreams await

This is as close as you get to Death’s gate

Tears stream here and there showcasing the battle between Awake vs Sleep

Yawning quickly follows

Drifting off into the deep

I don’t know why I set myself up

To receive a shady denial

Of exchanging reach other’s hearts