Anymore

Anymore

A Poem by Becca

I raise my hands to the Lord,

I can't see anymore.

Who am I and why am I here?

I raise my hands to the Lord,

I can't hear anymore.

What's the point of being here.

Lord please me why,

Why put me through mysery?

I raise my hands to the Lord,

I shout up to the sky.

I can't be here anymore.

Lord please take me with you.

There nothing here,

For me anymore.

© 2012 Becca


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Added on June 21, 2012
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Becca
Becca

Rochester, NY



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