Alright guys, so this is my new poem. It's not really new, but the style is very new to me. My friend Michael told me about different rhyming styles, and I became interested in this particular one, where the last word of one line rhymes with the first word of the next one. So, read it and think about it. It might be a little difficult to understand, but trust me, it all makes sense at the end :) Enjoy!
I open my eyes from an unending sleep
Weeping I find I cannot see
Needing comfort I curl into a ball
Stalling the death I know is to come
"One day," they said, "your life will end
Pretending won't make it last."
Faster my thoughts replay in my brain
Raining tears won't stop the inevitable
Stereotypical ending for a teenage rebel
Selling her soul to the pitch-black day
Saying, "I love you. Come closer to me.
See what I can do for you.
Soon I will take the world, soon it will burn."
Turning onto my back, I cried
High in the sky, a light started to grow
Knowing it was a bad idea, I tried to stand
Demanding to know what was going on
A fond voice broke through the dark with light
Mighty stitches of life started to spread
Threads shone cold black and happy gold
Molds of characters in my life sat on a shelf
Myself among them
Tens of gallons of tears and blood
Flooded from a bucket onto a robe
Supposing it was a towel, I started to walk
Talking to the strange man
Fanned out on the ground were brilliant white clothes
Both the salt and crimson
Did nothing to stain
Amazed, I looked at the Being who saved me
He said so many things, and all were wise
Surprised, I asked myself, "Who is this guy?!"
I AM WHO I AM he replied without pause
Caused by his distant stare, I glanced at his feet
Seeing a quilt like Iowa farmland
Not understanding, I asked what it was
"It's your life from the top," the man replied
Sighing, I said, "My life is a mess.."
Confessing my past, my tortured soul
Full of hatred and greed
Needing them to survive
Alive was to be dead, and dead to be peace
Piecing the puzzle together, he said,
"Death would make you separated from me
And seeing that would hurt more than I, myself, dying
Lying and stealing is what you do
But too many people don't mind
Finding me in the dark where I am not
I bought your soul back with my Son
One drop of His blood covered your sin
I'm winning the war between the devil and I
By showing you your life from the other side."
