Poor by Timothy S.

Look at this condition that I'm in! No food, no water, no place to lay down my head! I'm sick of life! Where people look past me twice in one day. How can I deliver myself from these rags punched with holes in a cold world filled with violence and no mercy! I'm poor spiritually and physically-critically in a condition that's difficult to escape! I can't find anyone to love me while I'm holding my sign and crossing my fingers to get a dime! Look at these people! Selfish, conceited, vain, inconsiderate, cold, harsh, and impolite. I should've seen this coming while I was young and moving too fast-cutting class in a bad attendance and couldn't pass. No look where I'm at! Disrespected, mocked, ignored, and defeated; if an escape route is available for me I need it. Is there any way I can get myself out of this dungeon?-dark, creepy, dressed in all black with these bats! I remember several years ago when a man preached about the Lord-saying something such as, "I need Jesus, and Christ can save!"-but I didn't behave and chose my way when he was speaking-I also remember seeing an old woman handing me a tract in my tracks, but I stayed on a road that rode me to destruction. Now I'm left with ripped jeans, a beat up shirt, and a smelly aroma-staying younger growing older, so now I feel I'm at the point where my life is over! I hope and pray ya'll don't end up like me! Sleeping outside when it's 90 degrees or negative 11 degrees below Celsius. The life of a poor man-hard in heart and filled with hate-addicted to drugs and using alcohol as a tranquilizer replacement. I wasted so much time! Fighting against a Holy God who wanted me to surrender all pride and riches that I clung too so I can ease through this life with His Son. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that if I went to Him I would be freed from this problem. But I'm at the point where I've given up. So pray for me and for yourselves to trust the Lord, because I'm quite sure this can happen to anyone. The choices I made are laid out in clear view, so it's wise to follow His Son to not be here too. 

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