Make it Write What I Think I Know by Candice Keeton, 15  My mind is filled with hurtful thoughts And images that tear my mind. My soul pours with tears and wonder. I feel a pain and a glory that would only Be held by the love of my life. I see him walking a dark lifeless alley Where memories lie, only to trip him. He is scared and scraped and bleeds of pride. He wears all black so the light will not harm him. He carries a hate within himself and a love For everyone else. He gives his life to the one who already has it, And steals it from the one who never did. He is honored by the naked monkeys that Try so hard to hitch a ride. And the evil spirits that haunt his past Carry a tired black sheet that blinds him of His future and robs him of his trust. He never stops to wonder what's knocking Behind the thick wooden fence that binds him In this dark alley, because he takes for granted His Saviors. He feels burdened by the golden sweet angels that Hang over his head. He tries to sleep in his two-faced coffin But there is no rest for the wicked. He staggers around aimlessly in his mind, Wondering why he was born and why he is still living. He gets so thirsty but refuses to drink The blood showering down from Jesus' thorns. But yet he still loves. He is pain and glory.

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