INTERTWINED

I have nothing more to write
I have nothing else to give
I have nothing left inside
I have no reason to live

I have everything that's precious
I hold everything that's dear
I am daily given all I need
To make my dreams appear

I am so damn tired of trying
When I know I'll fail again
Why do so many trust me
When I'll hurt them in the end

I've been given oh so many gifts
And granted so much time
I've been blessed to see the visions
With the truths they hold sublime

I am chained to my addictions
I'm a prisoner caged inside
And despite the fact I hold the key
There I ever will reside

I know I can do most anything
With the talents that are mine
I am buoyed by friends and family
Who will help me anytime

I feel to fade away to black
And rid you of my plight
I bid you all my last farewell
As I give up this fight

I look up with hope, and out with faith
Knowing all will work out well
The God of Heaven watches me
Of his glory I will tell


Jeff Bresee,

Jeff Bresee Poetry

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