Just Thinking

Just Thinking long poem

Uploaded by Milton Robertson


This came to me while sitting in my room reading poems of doom and gloom. Other poems of despair and dread, even poems were people wished they were dead. What, did you miss taking our meds? ‘Cause you can’t do anything dead. Now think about it, laying in the ground none the wiser, all you are good for is fertilizer. There is nothing good about keeping all that despair and dread in your head.

It’s negative energy tugging and pulling at your soul, trying its best to pull you into a black hole. The deeper you go the more you yearn and the closer you get to no return. I know life is hard and sometimes not fair, but death is final and this I declare. Although when you die you will awake again, standing before The Lord with that tremendous sin.

You see your life is made just for you and there are some things you will go through, betrayal, stress and strife, to name a few. But that’s part of life, like in school, you had to pass test after test to make you grow and be your best. You will run into problems, too big to face, but you can call on The Lord and He will take your case.

Now you will hear people say, don’t show your emotions, stay tightly wrapped and a lot have gone down from believing that crap. Your life is yours, it fits you like a glove, you are special because it comes from above. So when things get too hard, remember, you are not alone, you can call on The Lord and you don’t need a phone.

If you are living in the night He will bring you out of that dark place and into the light. Then the next person you see, you will know what they are going through, you will know what to say, you will know to do. And that, without a doubt, is what life is all about. I know I’ve been there I’m living proof, this is how I know, that I am writing is the plain truth.

You see people did hear my plea, they pulled me up they really helped me and it was all by The Grace of The Lord when things were too hard. So again it’s all up to you. So before that death way you choose, give The Lord a try what have you got to loose. Oh, Your Life? Yea Right…

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I once was walking in the dark , I thought I was living the life. Thank goodness for Rehab. They started to set thing right, It was there I found The Lord and and saw the Light. Now these poems I started to see and hear. When they come in sight I write. Thank You LORD. Now all the other, the past is, how they put it. Just water under the bridge. GONE. Never to return. Now I am Just a laid back kind of guy, Who's about to spread his wings and fly away to a brighter day.
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