- Posted May 28, 2014 by
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Breathless, lifeless hopelessly drained
thoughts of yesterday here and there.
Reminiscence of the loss that lay to rest
Flashing images of last impressions
times like these we wish for immortality.
Shit, get a grip this is reality.
Look into the mirror what do you see?
Empty a lost soul controlled by hurt and pain
Praying to the heavenly scream to the
“Father to change my nightmares”
Day and night I say God hear me
I’m lost injured, hurt and wounded
by all these circumstances.
My tears run, my blood split from weary,
nothing gained weak and drained.
How much more must I learn
lord please make it turn
Lord I know you exist so change this awaken my peeps
Remove this throne you already know,
They are needed before, during and after the storm.
To my fathers, James Hall
His first born Son,
my brother David Hall,
And Sister Sweetie, Rose Mae Hall
Aunt Tookie, Aunt Susie
Uncle Leroy, Thomas
who is now gone” Rest in Peace
Victoria sensual©2006- revised 2014