greg5965 Poetry (1)

Morning is Broken
Author: Brad

Still awake,
Been up all night..
I feel good, I'm ok, feeling alright...
Pealing the curtain back just a crack
just to level out, face the day, stay on track
BOOM, swish, clank, BANG!
LIGHT spilled through the window....then nothing, but pain
Then nothing, but pain
Just a moment, that's all it took, balled up on the floor, I trembled and shook. The light of day streams through the nook it's the mirror........ too afraid to look
Brightness and Joy the Day it would SHOUT!
Me just pain.....fear and doubt
Now stripped and shaken I will have to withdraw
get away from the window, the light, before it exposes it all. All thats Inside me, from all this I run, so people cant know me, or what I've become.....
Trying to stay dark in my little shell, the room slowly filling with yellow,
nearly outer space appeared this fellow.
He was gentle and smooth, wore A robe for a coat, sandals for shoes.
He held out his hand, as if I should choose...

No time to think, I reached out, with nothing to lose.

Wanting to hide, in a crack on the wall, a voice so tender on
my ears it did fall
"I love you, my boy, its me whom you call"
He said i come to get you for things got too bad. The suffering is over, for I took care of that. and from this point forward pls call me Dad.
Only time thats all fine but i never had a ride from my Dad, not stinking of wine. Ill have to trust, i guess, I'll....SWOOSH, SHHOOoowww....No more talkin for me, for I now know the secrect only revealed by He.