Poetry

Bittersweet
There are good days,
when everything goes right.
There are bad days
when everything goes wrong,
And then there are those bittersweet days
when good comes from bad,
and right comes from wrong.
On these days the Lord has a plan,
though foggy and unseen.
He knows what's best for us,
even when not knowing makes us scream.
And on bittersweet days
when good comes from bad
and right comes from wrong,
the Lord holds our hands
to help us stay strong.

Morning World
The morning world
all wet and dreary
the trees bloom green
the grass grows weary
drip, drip goes the rain
and the wind blows through
and all this time
I'm thinking of you
The clouds are covering
the world below
outside this backyard
it's all push and go
how many times
I lay in wake
and think of you
and your lovely face
The world is peaceful
calm and still
I love you my darling
I always will

Inspiration
I'm trying to think.
Oh, can't you see?
The lack of inspiration;
A loss to feel free.

What should I say?
What should I write?
I want to shout my opinions,
but the strain is too tight.

Should I write about war?
How it kills the ones we love.
Should I write about natural disasters,
the rain pounding from above.

Should I write about violence,
A bullet shooting through the heart.
Should I write about drugs,
How they rip your body apart.

Should I write about suicide,
and what we think of ourselves.
Should I write about hope,
and the ringing of church bells.

Should I write about love;
Searching the world for our soul mate.
Should I write about politics,
the opposing thoughts and debates.

Though all these things would be such a great subject,
my lack of inspiration prevents me from such.
So I'll look to tomorrow,
and the warmth of sunshine's touch.