Kingsboro Journal

My poem


This is a poem that came out of the darkest time in my life.  I keep it to reflect back on what God has done for me.  He has blessed me immeasurably.  He’s given me more then, I could ever deserve.  I don’t deserve Him, but He gave Himself up for me.


Numbness, emptiness.

Loneliness, heartache.

Where do I go from here?road

Pain, frustration,

Agony, torment,

Never knowing where to go.

Sadness, disparity,

Anger, depression,

Help me!

I don’t know where I am!

I don’t belong here!

I don’t know where I belong.

This world I cannot accept.

But yet this is where I live.

I want to call this place home,

But I am unwilling.

With all its majesty

And its beauty,

The faults and errors

Are strong.

They overwhelm me

As I try to hide away.

I need, I want a place to call


Confusion runs…

View original post 46 more words

By kingsboro2008

I'm a part-time writer, full time father and programmer. I am still working on City of Zombies but the reality is it is a city of monsters. I try to post weekly but many times I get held up by life and work as an artist.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s