Baby Boy

"He's in a better place"              

But he's going to hell

From what i could tell

If Jesus is real

He was trapped in a cell

Before he was in jail

He was born in this life

He never could bail

He kept his mind closed

& stuck to the life that he chose

Worshiped false kings

That sat on false thrones

He knew how to deal

He knew how to steal

But to prove he was real

He decided to kill

The thoughts in his head

Killed him before he was dead

He ignored his regret

Until it was pierced with lead

He called for help

But he was all by himself

He looked all around

To see no one was left

He called onto God

& prayed for forgivenesss

& hoped he wouldn't die

Before he would finish

As his body lightens

He begins to hear sirens

But the next thing he hears

Is nothing but silence.

Reviews

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I like the eerie tempo of your poem especially when you question whether Jesus is real. I was in the borderline of confusion whether I'll believe his salvation or not—and as a teen, I was indeed rebellious. You wrote a poem that has a story, narrating the real thing that's been happening jn one soul. I'm looking forward on reading you poems soon.

[Mr. D]

Jesus is most assuredly real...and His salvation is too. But so is His judgment. It is a shame. Everyone dies...but some die too early.