Trapped in a maze
of my own making,
I stumble, trip, and fall.
Reaching for You with a heart that is aching,
It would be impossible to not feel small.
Standing on the rim of this hellish abysm,
That I have brought myself to.
With the truth of my plight refracted by a prism,
I scream and cry out to You.
Heartache and misery are all that I've found
While through this labrynth I roam.
Walking this earth with my feet on the ground
Simply wanting to go Home.
Scraped and bruised in this artificial night
Only now do I see...
You're the source of my light.
Author notes
This was my first attempt at a Christian Poem. I hope I did an okay job.
In a list
A contest entry
- yet not lost... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended August 4, 2008, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - “We Are What We Repeatedly Do” by SheWasPreternatural.
1500 points, ended October 22, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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congratulations on the gold trophy. I enjoyed the concept as well as the rhyme. Thank you so much for entering the contest.
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"youo're the source of my light" what a deep statement. Actually I guess we all have a source of light and it's too bad we don't wake up and become our own. thank you for the entry
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Humm....very much okay my friend...well done....I love it...and my thanks to you for sharing it with me...
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Superb...absolutely wonderful. For being your first Christian poem, I'd say that you succeded completely. the only thing I found is that you now have two poems up that are titled Lost.
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very sad could picture you all alone searching for your lover and finding nobody lost in your own pain waitng hoping praying things dont stay the same
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