Paper in my hand
And quiet at my ears
I listen to what they recommend
While sifting through my fears.
I go with the grande
A double Irish cream latte
Then search to sit down.
I leave for work early
To feel as though I have a head start
I arrive here befor the day is scheduled to begin
And I argue with my coffee
Like I argue with my heart.
Too hot, cool off!
Too cool, warm up...
Why can't you be sweeter
Where is your kick
It's odd the things we blame
When our coffee and hearts
Change, slow, quicken
Diagnose us sick.
I am reminded of Christ
When He asked where salt
Could get its saltiness back,
And He said when that happens
The salt is worthless.
Sometimes that is how I feel
Most times this is how I fall,
Allowing myself to give up.
I know where I get resalted,
It's at the throne of God
So I can't give up know
To defeat I will not
Nod
In sleepiness
In approval or
Denial.
Please don't give up
Please don't give in
Forget your coffee
And argue with yourself
BEFORE you sin.
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I liked parts of the poem - like the first stanza was great. I think in the middle there were a few lines that didn't flow very well: There was on instance where the last word should have been on the line above it ("change" should have been right after hearts)
90% of the poem was great. You just need to catch the other 10% up to the standard you set with the first stanza.
Also, ya left the "E" off of before...but hey, we all do that sort of stuff.
God Bless,
Sincerely,
Dan Blankenship
www.therunninggirl.com
