Behind These Bars

Behind These Bars short poem

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Behind these bars my heart is full of pain
behind these bars I’m alone and only I’m to blame
for I have walked down the path of darkness for so many years now
behind these bars I sit with eyes full of tears
praying God can forgive me and not let me be condemned for
it is behind these bars where I have learnt to put all my trust in him
and though I’m in a cold dark place I still see a glimmer of light
it is my savior’s nail scarred hands coming into sight
reaching out to hold me and heal my wounded soul
washed by his blood to once again be made whole
I heard his voice say arise no more shall you weep
he placed angels all around me so beautiful and carefree
though behind these bars I’m still captive I’m a sinner set free

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I grew up living day to day struggle after struggle I've made a lot of bad decisions in my life but it was through this poem that I figured out what I enjoy to do the poems i write are real life poems of things I have been through I hope to help someone else through a difficult time with my poetry
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