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Confuse Heart


CONFUSE HEART
A CHILDS PAIN
MOTHER WALKING OUT
TO NEVER SEE THERE
CHILD AGAIN..
A SINGLE MOTHER
HOLDING IT DOWN…
WITH HATERS ON HER
BACK..
THE DEVIL TALKING
IN ONE EAR…
CONFUSE HEART
QUESTIONING HER,
IF SHE DOING THE
RI THING
A YOUNG MAN
IN PAIN..
SHOULDA, COULDA, WOULDA..
IN HIS EAR…
SOMEONE’S DYING
WITHOUT LOVE ONE’S
AROUND THEM TO
SAY I LOVE YOU
AND SEE YOU AGAIN…
CONFUSE HEART…
A BITTERLESS SCORN
WOMAN FIGHTING
A LOSING BATTLE
A YOUNG COUPLE
SAYING I DO,
FOR THE FIRST AND
LAST TIME..
AND DIES THE SAME NITE..
THEY SAYING THE LEFT
US TO SOON…
PARENTS FALLEN APART
CAUSE THERE BABY GONE
SOMEONE HAVING A CHILD IN THE NAME
OF LOVE
A MAN OF GOD
PREACHING THE WORD…
HIS SON RUNNING..
FROM THE COPS, CAUSE
HE WAS RIGHT AND THEY
WAS WRONG…
THE MAN OF GOD
CRYING OUT HIS COMING..
THE YOUNG MAN DOWN ON
THE GROUND WITH 4 BULLETS
IN HIM…
A BABY WATCHING THIS
DADDY NO!
MOM IS BREAKING DOWN”
IN TEARS..
SOMEONE RUNNING TO THERE SIDE…
THE MAN OF GOD
PRAYING…
TEARS OF PAIN..
HE KNOWS HE LOST
SOMEONE HE LOVE..
CONFUSE HEART…
SOMEONE IN THE STREET
RUNNING TO THE CHURCH…
TO LET HIM KNOW..
THE BITTER WOMAN DYING ON HER
DEATH BED ALONE..
PRAYING TO GOD..
THE MAN OF GOD
TAKING THE NEWS AND STAYING
STRONG FOR THE CHURCH
AND HIS FAMILY
THE WIFE BREAKING DOWN..
SCREAMING MY BABY
SO MUCH PAIN
THE YOUNG MAN DEAD FR TELLING
THEM HE WASNT THE MAN
THEY WAS LOOKING FOR..
DIED FOR ANOTHER MAN CRIME,
HE GET TO LIVE ANOTHER DAY..
HE WAS RUNNING CAUSE HIS BABY
IS DYING…
THE DRUG STORE CLOSE IN 5 MINS…
SO MUCH PAIN
DO YOU FEEL IT?
THE MAN OF GOD
GOING HOME TO PRAY…
FOR:
THE CHILD WHO JUST WATCH
THERE MOTHER WALK OUT,
THE MOTHER WHO DOING IT ALONE,
THE CONFUSE HEART,
THE YOUNG MAN IN PAIN
THEΒ  DYING BITTER WOMAN,
THE YOUNG COUPLES PARENTS…
CONFUSE HEART…
HIS PRAYING
FOR EVERYONE PAIN BUT HIS…
HIS FAITH IN GOD
LEADS HIM TO KNOW
SON IM HERE…
WHEN YOU SAW
ONE SET OF FOOTPRINTS
I WAS CARRYING YOU..
CONFUSE HEART
LEARNING TO PUT THERE FAITH
AND TRUST IN GOD..

4/13/09

PoeticJourney

Wrote this poem a few years ago as you can see, but don’t believe I’ll keep the title I have down for it.Β  If something jump out at you for the title do let me know. Do enjoy and God Bless πŸ™‚

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I blog for many reasons, the love of writing, to inspire and touch someone life. No matter what I'm going through in my life. It's a get away when my SC becomes to much for me to handle. I love to get carry away in MY WORLD! I'm on a JOURNEY to discover myself. God Bless! :)

11 thoughts on “Confuse Heart

  1. You have so much emotion in this poem PJ! Really true of things that go on every day, I loved it and so much enjoyed reading it. I really liked how you put ‘The Footprints” at the end, too. I have the plaque “Footprints in the Sand” in 2 places in my house. It is one of my very favorties. I kind of like the title you have PJ, it kind of sums everything up nicely! Thanks so much for sharing this with us! πŸ™‚

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    1. Gabby,

      I so love the Footprints myself. Thank you for your kind comment to my poem, and you right so much of it goes around every day. You believe so about the title? You know its been call that every since I wrote it years ago, so it probably stay that. You welcome, glad you enjoyed it! God Bless πŸ™‚

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  2. Awesome dear…. touched my heart so… emotion, loneliness, pain, faith, hopes… the answer boils down to our faith to God.. Thanks dear… you are a true word weaver…

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  3. This was so sad but compelling to read at the same time. Can’t really think of an alternate title, I think ‘Confused Heart’ is pretty apt. You should keep it.

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  4. journey, hands down, this is THE best work of yours I have read. The rhythms, the grammatical patterns, the repetitions: all work to the glory of the God that carries us through these storms! It is most proper for us to weep with these broken-hearted and injured and killed ones, because HE wept with the mourners! We are indeed heirs with Christ.

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