superhippy7890
05-03-2007, 12:26 PM
sorry i havn't been around for awhile. I wrote this poem today, I hope you like it:
He was terrified under the cross
Sitting on the rock covered with moss.
The Secret he knew
But still denied it was true
As he sat on the rock covered with moss.
He wears this secret like a bell around his neck
“Do not be afraid” they said “Just tell us what the heck!”
But as he sat staring at the cross
He thinks to himself “What have I lost?”
“Should I write my life on a page?!”
He said in a fit of rage.
And slowly he got off the rock
He walked through the town and came to a bridge
Too where he looked down
And saw the rushing water.
“How easy” He thought “to end it all here”
“And die without fear”
“To just jump into the water”
But then he thought
“No! I will not!”
And stared down at the river.
The Secret he had
So dark and so sad
Would not be gone with death
So he walked out of town
Until he found
The place he was before.
So he sat on the rock
Under the cross and began to wonder
“What will I do? If I only knew!”
So then he prayed and he suddenly made the decision.
For through it all He would surly fall
Unless the secret was no more.
So there he sat under the cross
On the rock covered with moss
Beaming with pride and pleasure
Loudly he said “I shall not I shall not lie dead or live in dread!”
“For soon the secret will be dead!”
He was terrified under the cross
Sitting on the rock covered with moss.
The Secret he knew
But still denied it was true
As he sat on the rock covered with moss.
He wears this secret like a bell around his neck
“Do not be afraid” they said “Just tell us what the heck!”
But as he sat staring at the cross
He thinks to himself “What have I lost?”
“Should I write my life on a page?!”
He said in a fit of rage.
And slowly he got off the rock
He walked through the town and came to a bridge
Too where he looked down
And saw the rushing water.
“How easy” He thought “to end it all here”
“And die without fear”
“To just jump into the water”
But then he thought
“No! I will not!”
And stared down at the river.
The Secret he had
So dark and so sad
Would not be gone with death
So he walked out of town
Until he found
The place he was before.
So he sat on the rock
Under the cross and began to wonder
“What will I do? If I only knew!”
So then he prayed and he suddenly made the decision.
For through it all He would surly fall
Unless the secret was no more.
So there he sat under the cross
On the rock covered with moss
Beaming with pride and pleasure
Loudly he said “I shall not I shall not lie dead or live in dread!”
“For soon the secret will be dead!”