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May my candle not be thrown away
In the dark, where all lights are dimed
My candle, my life, my soul
where is MY destiny?
In the dark, where all lights are dimed
I thunder myself with hurt, pain, and in vain.
No feeling... no hope.
In the dark, where all lights are dimed
I scream in pain, in loniness, and in bitterness
Cursing every bit of my existence.
In the dark, where all lights are dimed
I tried for the Devil, I tried for his angels
Has my tried succeeded?
Pulling, pulling, pulling, pulling
I felt I was drowning.
Pulling, pulling, pulling, pulling
I felt my life was getting taken
Pulling, pulling, pulling, pulling
in my bed, I felt and shouted
Pulling, pulling, pulling, pulling
I tried
Pulling, pulling, pulling, pulling
my voice just didn't work
Pulling, pulling, pulling, pulling
I felt that I was falling to 'that' place
Pulling, pulling, pulling, pulling
I feared with horror, in my mind
Pulling, pulling, pulling, pulling
I screamed
Pulling, pulling, pulling, pulling
"GO!!! SAVE ME!! GOD, PLEASE... SAVE ME!!!"
Pulling, pulling, pulling, pulling...
Then I weeped...
Is my life worth the weight...
Then I mourned...
Is my life not just but filth...
Then I cried hard...
Is my life that dark...
Then I cried my heart...
Is my life worth to God...
Then I failed tears...
Is my life that important...
Then I prayed with hope...
With a real hope... of the spirit's fire.
Then, for the first time
a new fire kindled my candle, my life, and my soul.
Joy... being saved by God.
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Sorry, I didn't post my poem probably. here it is.
