Cries Of A Broken Spirit

 

My mind is divided split in portions of five and is served chilled and frosted for the world to devour.

 Attached to my hands are fingers, which are numbed solid as they crack and peel, while pounding the keyboard as it translates these thought filled words.

The members of all my parts have been broken and battered and time has shown little compassion for my being.

I wonder how in this world, where money is worshiped and sanctified does a poor man stand a chance in this merciless arena called life.

All I have to give is located in the upper left portion of this earthly vessel, which sits inside a cavity of tissue surrounded by tissue and bone, however even my heart becomes hardened as the density of stone.

Who has an ear to hear the mangled story of my life, which contains shattered and fragmented pieces of memories that are stored within the corridors of my consciousnesses.

                                                        By   -LM Akins 

Don't Give Up

When storms rage and there’s no relief in sight, don’t be afraid : don’t give up hope for the light will guide you and relieve your soul.

When all seems futile and your dreams are lost and washed up in the sand, reach out to the heavens above and grab on to God’s hand.

The storms will plummet the ground and the wind rage will make the sea rise , hold on to hope and the sun will eventually shine from out of the skies.

                                                            By- LMA