
Title: Painted Picture
Read Count : 102
Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
By' Jeffrey Stevens
- When I'm gone from days of depression,
- I'll hit a backkwoods holler, and raise the volume, to the sounds of country music,
- And as it rumbles from my speakers,
- It takes my mind away from all the pain,and negativity, that surrounds me,
- While I get lost in all my thoughts, I set and think,
- I dream of the day, i shall open my eyes, To watch the sun rise, while the previous words of hurt, disappear through yesterday's past, fadeing through the stillness of time.
- The lies, the hate, there are no reasons for.
- And one day you shall see, Those words of hurt you spoke, Along with the lies You have told,
- they Shall hurt my soul no more,
- Yesterday's gone, you to will grow old,
- Just remember the pain you've caused while you feel what I've felt From reaping, your words of hurt, and the lies you've sown.
- All that and the pain you brought have seemed to compile into a humongous smothering shadow of darkness that has blotted out the ray of light, that once gave me the willpower to shine,
- I will not let darkness defeat me, I will rise up through the shadows, and walk through the ashes, of every bridge I've burnt,
- they will see that while they were hopeing I was nothing,
- Well my dreams, visions, and country music painted me a picture today,
- And "oh man" let me tell you.In it I was something.
- Dream big, hope high, will power strong, praise God, love life,hurt no one.....