We Were Dead
Egging on our own destruction
With the words we say and do,
Every beat of our pretension
Is rhythmic with the homeless blues.
We kicked ourselves out of our home
To take the world by surprise,
And when we thought that we could phone
The booth blew up before our eyes.
So colorful we dye ourselves,
But black will always rock the world.
Amazing grace to love yourself
When to the pit you have been hurled.
We don’t kiss the Son, or love the Name.
We pierce the tongue and scream in pain.
We never cry because of shame.
We pump the poison through our veins.
Love is something we don’t show,
Because love is something we don’t know.
Living is the same as dying;
The pain from this world goes to the next.
And all our souls are sighing sighing,
Could someone somewhere shuffle the decks?
Our trumps are played, our chance is lost.
Let’s sit and let the sunset drown.
Our debts have neverending cost.
We have nowhere to go but down.
Without our tears, in spite of silence,
He came to us and made us cry.
All shut up in our own black darkness,
He gave us light and justified.
He came to us when we were dead
And raised us up with Him instead.
Here's a link to my other poems:
- Poetry by Rose West
The reason I've put this collection together is partly because of myself. I thought it would make things easy if I had all my poetry cataloged in one place. If I get organized, maybe none of my poems will get...
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