Saturday, June 13, 2009

The Shack (Poetry)

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Here I sit… here I stand
Here I lay… here I am
Just as I desired… all alone
Surrounded by hay… I call it home
Nobody loves me… nobody at all
So when they try to pretend… I won’t hear their call
I won’t be tempted by a false protection
To be forever plagued with a wrath of rejection
Here I can be me… and nobody sees
And since I can’t see… then I can’t believe
I’m sheltered from the rain… sheltered from the storm
No judgment is passed… no reason to adorn
But one day… the fury of the storm never ceased
There was no doubt… I would lay deceased
Maybe I would have survived… if somebody appeared
But it’s not that nobody cares… nobody knows I’m here

-Jon Chambers

1 comment:

  1. Awesome poem homie...I feel your writing...get at me homie

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