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LET ME PUT TO POEM, WHAT I FEEL INSIDE:
LET ALL MY THOUGHTS COME TO PAPER IN POEM, WITH NOTHING TO CONCEAL OR HIDE:
SO MUCH IS ON MY MIND:
LITTLE, PEACE, SOLITUDE, OR REST AM I ABLE TO FIND:
WHEN YOU ARE LYING AWAKE, UNTIL THE EARLY DAWN:
SOMETHING WITHIN YOU, REALLY IS SO WRONG:
LET ME PUT TO POEM,WHAT I FEEL INSIDE:
IN MY OWNSELF AND TO GOD, LET ME HUMBLY CONFIDE:
WHEN BY MY OWN FAMILY, I FEEL SHUNED, BETRAYED, AND WRONGED:
IT HURTS ME, AND HITS ME SO HARD, MAKING ME FEEL VOICELESS, MOTIONLESS, WITH NO SONG:
UP UNTIL NOW, I WAS NOT EVEN ABLE TO WRITE:
I FEEL SO EXHAUSTED ALREADY, LYING SO RESTLESS, FEELING SO DISTRESSED, SO DISTURBED, JUST WAITING FOR MORNING LIGHT:
LET ME PUT TO POEM, WHAT I FEEL INSIDE:
LET ME BE HONEST WITH MYSELF, AND GOD, AND HUMBLY CONFIDE:
THERE ARE A MILLION WORDS, THAT I WANT TO SPEAK AND SHOUT:
I WANT TO LET THOSE WHO HURT ME, SHUNED ME, DISRESPECTED ME, TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME, USED ME, TO KNOW WHAT I AM ABOUT:
BUT INSTEAD, I STAY QUIET, I STAY FOCISED, I STAY SILENT, AND HOLD MY WORDS WITHIN THIS POEM:
AND BETWEEN ME AND GOD, ALL THEM MILLION WORDS, I HOLD ALONE, AND TO OTHERS UNKNOWN:
WHEN YOU HAVE THE STRENGTH AND COURAGE, TO SHOW RESTRAINT AND HOLD ONTO THE HURTFUL WORDS OF ANGER AND TUCK THEM AWAY:
I BELIEVE GOD, WILL BLESS YOU ABUNDANTLY, MORE WHEN YOU COME TO HIM, IN SILENCE AND HUMBLY PRAY:
BY: JOHN D. JUNGERS:
12--AUGUST--2015:
LET ALL MY THOUGHTS COME TO PAPER IN POEM, WITH NOTHING TO CONCEAL OR HIDE:
SO MUCH IS ON MY MIND:
LITTLE, PEACE, SOLITUDE, OR REST AM I ABLE TO FIND:
WHEN YOU ARE LYING AWAKE, UNTIL THE EARLY DAWN:
SOMETHING WITHIN YOU, REALLY IS SO WRONG:
LET ME PUT TO POEM,WHAT I FEEL INSIDE:
IN MY OWNSELF AND TO GOD, LET ME HUMBLY CONFIDE:
WHEN BY MY OWN FAMILY, I FEEL SHUNED, BETRAYED, AND WRONGED:
IT HURTS ME, AND HITS ME SO HARD, MAKING ME FEEL VOICELESS, MOTIONLESS, WITH NO SONG:
UP UNTIL NOW, I WAS NOT EVEN ABLE TO WRITE:
I FEEL SO EXHAUSTED ALREADY, LYING SO RESTLESS, FEELING SO DISTRESSED, SO DISTURBED, JUST WAITING FOR MORNING LIGHT:
LET ME PUT TO POEM, WHAT I FEEL INSIDE:
LET ME BE HONEST WITH MYSELF, AND GOD, AND HUMBLY CONFIDE:
THERE ARE A MILLION WORDS, THAT I WANT TO SPEAK AND SHOUT:
I WANT TO LET THOSE WHO HURT ME, SHUNED ME, DISRESPECTED ME, TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME, USED ME, TO KNOW WHAT I AM ABOUT:
BUT INSTEAD, I STAY QUIET, I STAY FOCISED, I STAY SILENT, AND HOLD MY WORDS WITHIN THIS POEM:
AND BETWEEN ME AND GOD, ALL THEM MILLION WORDS, I HOLD ALONE, AND TO OTHERS UNKNOWN:
WHEN YOU HAVE THE STRENGTH AND COURAGE, TO SHOW RESTRAINT AND HOLD ONTO THE HURTFUL WORDS OF ANGER AND TUCK THEM AWAY:
I BELIEVE GOD, WILL BLESS YOU ABUNDANTLY, MORE WHEN YOU COME TO HIM, IN SILENCE AND HUMBLY PRAY:
BY: JOHN D. JUNGERS:
12--AUGUST--2015:
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LET ME PUT TO POEM, WHAT I FEEL INSIDE
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