by Arena Diane Brown Mccabe

Created on: August 05, 2009   Last Updated: March 05, 2010

WITHOUT GOD I WOULDN'T BE HERE
I was lying in the sun to sear,
so as to look good for my dear.
I was trying to look better than before,
tingling starts that I ignore.
Knowing something is wrong,
I'm thinking tomorrow is too long.
Sunday sermon is all done.
I'm too tired to have fun.
Just want to go home and sleep
it off. Want to sleep so deep.
No one would know
that I did go
to dream in my Father's House.
I could go quiet as a mouse.
I tired of this show.
I'm ready to go.
My work here is done.
It's no longer FUN!
I'm so confused.
I'm not amused.
PLEASE GOD take me home.
I'm too tired to roam.
My head hurts now.
I don't know how
They took me to the ER.
In someone's car.
Forever, my life will change.
Everything is now so strange.
I can't talk
or even walk.
What's happened here?
Now all, I fear
even my own shadow.
Please let me go?
I can do it my way.
They say I have to stay.
My friends, so dear.
My mind, they try to clear.
NOW I AM DONE
FOR LIFE IS NO LONGER FUN!

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