Okay, this is really bad, but what can you expect from a poem that was written in three minutes?
A hundred and three degrees outside
And inside nothing but pain
The weatherman says there's no sign
Of this pattern breaking today--
I want to break down, keep crying
But God's still waiting for me to pray
For relief from this internal burning,
It may be hot outside but I'm calling for rain.
8 comments:
jeni - i'm here too. caught your plug on shontell's. maybe blog marketing doesn't suck after all!
that being said, i'm afraid i'm not much of a writer. and i liked your poem.
i almost forgot, check out some of the other, ever increasing number of blogs started by hillside folks at the "official" hillside blog:
http://hillside4.typepad.com/
isn't prayer a great way to kick depression in the butt?
don't denigrate your skills jen - just bring it!
Thanks, Brent. I checked them out last night, that's how I found you all. Hey, who is scoey-d, since the name also says "scoey-d"?
i'll give you a hint. the "d" stands for dwight and can be found between 2 L's
Well, that would have been the obvious answer, but we all know what happens when we assume...
Yeah, anyway, I'm a big dork. If I had actually gone to the blog before I asked that question, I wouldn't have had to have asked.... :)
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