So What?

poem by: Iron Fist
Written on Jan 24, 2015

Good God?
The pain of this is immense, intense
An offence on every pain receptor
A leper will tell you pain is a gift
As he cuts his foot off with a spade
Not feeling a thing whilst bleeding to death.

I found out there are people who turn up 
To hospital with too much emotional pain to maintain
And rein in. Just too far out there imaginable
An improbable foreseeable doable deed. 
 I wouldn't be that stupid
But I understand the desperation.
Every good bye is "airport" goodbye
Know what I mean?

2 parts normal 
Yeah it's normal to feel like this you dumbass
Hah, yeah, really,  silly
Oh I feel so much better now
NOT!
How am I going to get home?
We think walking would be the best for you
Barefoot in hospital issue PJs
I can see how that would do me good

"Jesus committed Suicide"
Is that heresy? 
An abomination?
Our suicide is death to him
This is where our resurrection freedom lies
In Dying to ourselves we live IN HIM
I haven't found the way in to HIM
Yet. I try so hard. I hate what I am and who I am
And how I feel. I've tried to surrender
Tried to yield 
At those times I was cured
Yes
I was indeed healed
And sealed to your anvil

Some grand evil is against me 
From whence I can not flee
Randomly formed plans randomly formed 
Incomprehensibly against me.

So What? 

 

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