I am wounded,
my blood dripping on the ground,
battered my shield dented,
my sword broken...
my daughter lay upon the ground,
murdered by the adversary
take by the lies
smothered by the pain...
I hurt all over,
To breath is to cry,
To feel is to die,
And oh I so want to go...
though this battle has ended,
The war goes on,
He has taken her mortal life,
He cannot have her soul...
Tired, and bloody I may be,
I will stand,
Suffering, lonely I am,
I will stand...
The lies only win,
If we listen to them.
The faithful only lose,
When we fail to get up again...
You can not have her,
I know her Savior lives
And your lies will end,
Because of who Our Savior is...
Copyright June 8, 2008 by m.emmett townsend


Comments: 26 ( 1 removed by Matthew Emmett Townsend )
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Triple Points Monday
This is such a sad poem. I could feel the pain and the lonliness in your writing. You have a talent for writing with such power that the reader can feel the emotion. Thanks for sharing your talent with me.
I hope you and the family are doing better.
<3
Your pain has to be almost overwhelming now and will be for a long while. Give Leslie a hug from me... and keep writing. It's a good outlet and know we'll be here for you.
Nobody should go through what you're going through.
Marilyn
Hugs