Is There Really a God?
By KraZy19
In the dreams that i dreamThe things that I see, aren't what they seemLike in my mind with a continuous fightIn my heart where I rage against the dying of the lightIn the streets that i walkAll I see is an outlined body with chalkTo survive I've continuously foughtStartled by the sounds of the gun shotWondering whenIt'll be my turnAin't going to happen 'till I finally learnThe rage and the fightAnd the dying of lightMust come to an endTo put me in flightSo when the light starts to dieI'll look to the skyStanding there feeling so oddSomeone please tell me'Is there really a God?'One of the first poems i wrote...like 15 or 16 yrs old...confused Written November 21st, 2001 © on Nov 21 2001 01:45 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"In the dreams that i dreamThe things that I see, aren't what they seemLike in my mind with a continuous fightIn my heart where I rage against the dying of the lightIn the streets that i walkAll I see is an outlined body with chalkTo survive I've continuously foughtStartled by the sounds of the gun shotWondering whenIt'll be my turnAin't going to happen 'till I finally learnThe rage and the fightAnd the dying of lightMust come to an endTo put me in flightSo when the light starts to dieI'll look to the skyStanding there feeling so oddSomeone please tell me'Is there really a God?'One of the first poems i wrote...like 15 or 16 yrs old...confused..."