Submit
Life, Death, and Love,
They are the three things no-one will ever be able to truly put their finger on;
The sorrow and massive hurt can happen at any given time,
Whatever happens just ends up being a step closer to the end;
Hearing those three words makes my beating organ shiver from the inside out,
There is not one on Earth that does not let their mind explore these three words;
The suffering goes on in each and every individual like quick sand,
You may keep fighting it but the more you fight it the more you sink;
Eventually you end up being overwhelmed by these words,
These words also trap me and they will continue to be my issue until I submit;
I am here to let everyone know I will never back down,
We can all be survivors and not let down the hustle in our own lives;
I will stay in control of my life and my actions,
I will only give full control to my lord my savior, God;
BY: Alicia Cross Written: 7-13-08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a human being is just a statue of dust just as animals and trees are, when he is without God. they can be intellegent and innovative but weak when it comes to these elements. Our only solution is God the on who made life. great poem, i like it.