NUMB
One day I’m here,
The next day I’m gone.
My spirit is caught in a revolving door,
Not lining up to the entrance.
Like a merry-go-round,
The happiness is turning into nausea.
I’m reading, speaking, believing in the Truth – waiting on Him,
Why do I feel forgotten???
cmlestrade commented on NUMB
03-07-2010
01-29-2010
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| GO! | 2 | 12/11/2009 |
| GET SET... | 2 | 12/11/2009 |
| ON YOUR MARK... | 2 | 12/11/2009 |
| GIFT OF LIFE | 1 | 11/18/2009 |
| NUMB | 2 | 11/18/2009 |
| TESTIMONY PT. 2 | 1 | 11/18/2009 |
| DISABLED | 1 | 11/18/2009 |
| NEVER SAID THAT IT WAS GOING TO BE EASY | 3 | 11/18/2009 |
| ANYBODY HOME? | 1 | 11/18/2009 |
| LEVEL 3 (CLOUD 10) | 1 | 11/18/2009 |
| WHO'S IN YOUR WALLET? | 1 | 11/18/2009 |
| R.E.P.E.N.T. | 3 | 12/28/2009 |
| MATRIMOURNING | 0 | 11/18/2009 |
| 100 | 1 | 11/18/2009 |
| TODAY'S THE DAY | 0 | 11/18/2009 |
| TESTIMONY PT. 1 | 2 | 11/18/2009 |
| H.O.P.E. (Holding Onto Predestined Endeavors) | 0 | 11/18/2009 |
| GET GHOST | 0 | 11/18/2009 |
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