Free verse

Trapped in a mind of sin,

Got me asking how Lord can I win,

How can I get past me,

And look for the way you want me to be,

I just don’t understand how,

And at times I swear it’s got me down,

But you tell me lift that head up,

Because you got me; you never get fed up,

But the devil out here trying to get me with the set-up,

And he just waiting like a voice box; cause you know I’m going to hiccup,

But you are there to help me hold my breath,

You tell me; you got me in the life after death,

But these burdens I swear they way down on my chest,

I need more strength to study this so I can pass the test,

I want that grade; I need that A,

I need your help; I need your Grace,

So here I am; Here I pray,

Hoping here in my heart; you will stay,

So forgive me for my past transgressions,

I know this seems like an obsession,

Or maybe it seems like just another session,

But in truth this is my faults my confession,

I am weak without you,

I will break without you,

My future is bleak without you,

I can’t get on that winning streak without you,

So here I am on the platform,

And this voice box is getting a little warm,

I’m ready to try and scream your name,

I don’t seek riches, glory in life, or even fame,

All I want is the truth of your words,

Anything else seems to much, too absurd,

So in a since I digress,

This is my passion of Christ address,

So take me below that water and let your blood run through my veins,

Because I want the best, I am tired of the same.

 

Cancers of Stress

It was settling, calming, coming to a stand still,

Life was getting easy, should have known too surreal,

Thunder came, and down came a shudder and rain,

A chill ran down the spine, and the world brought on the pain,

A family broken by drugs and a conqueror of greed,

A busted love, A busted heart, one defeated sent to knees,

Screaming in vain, filled with blame, praying for a better change,

Going insane, feeling drained, wasted youth oh what a shame,

How can the progress in this house made of stone,

Burdens of family stressed, how can they move this along,

Without courage and strength, are they destined to fail,

Surrounded by screams and chants of words like “go to hell”,

Outside hope, they see as their only way to prevail,

But the only contact anymore is via text, call, and voice-mail,

Because stranded in a search for a better life, is their hope,

All wishing it would come faster but life just says nope,

But their hope, as fast as he can, continues,

Till the day he’s able to come back to the rescue,

So they can move on to the best of life’s happiness,

But until then this family suffers in life’s cancers of stress.

 

By: Carlos Lightsey