My Time is Almost Done?

CATEGORY

life

My time is drawing nigh
I keep my eyes up on high
Not knowing how much time I have left
I struggle during my rhyming to take my last breath

I awaken daily filled with frailty
Knowing that behind me lurks death
In my heart like the Grand Canyon
There is an immense empty cleft

My recent path of past times
That led up to this final rhyme
Leads me to think of my ‘last line’

Now I know most of my labor
Is what I intentionally secretly savor

But even though briefly
You came to me neatly
Not really discreetly
The devil was real working really hard
Just to try to defeat me!

He fervently
Told me that I should be serving ‘me’
Many words he was curvingly curbing see
Much of my life was mostly disturbingly hurting thee

What I once soulfully regarded
I had chose to have discarded
Which were many past mythological ideologies
The closer I grew to God
I noticed I developed immunological pathologies

Sinning secretly
Even underneath my own conscious mentality
I grew to an older person
I grew better in many ways
But in other ways I worsened!

I wasted so much time - knowledge chasing
Personally hating
On my own self
So, on my own self I was debating

Until I was truly and fully converted
Took some time, to speak to my spirit and convert it
I cried then sighed
And then
I
High profile worded it
My old self
I quickly deserted it
In fear for all my life
That to my old version I would have reverted
My mind I disturbed it
The line between dreams & reality
I somehow had blurred it

Visions was haunted and slanted
And my thoughts were extreme in every category
Thus I lived my life through my writing
A writing pad was my laboratory

Cleansed my thoughts in the river
That’s known to be the spiritual Jordan
My life grew exponentially exciting
As prior to God, my life was flashing by like Gordon!

And look at me now
A son prodigal
Who became spiritually methodical!
No longer a tragic life of strife
No more complaining
Of the cancer draining
Internal cut wounds of a knife

I am here out of mere choice and not coincidence
I have surpassed the highest level of earthly common sense
Not a person of pretense
I speak of verbalistic
Highly idealistic offensive defense
So I shall continue to be an echo of Gods love to the world
For that is my job, my duty
And I know I will meet up with souls that are restless and unruly
But I shall persevere, sincerely & truly!

SkTzO