I'M TRAPPED IN A STORY
In my journey of life I was told how to act,I invented my story and mistook it for fact.
I'm trapped in a story,
I don't know how it ends.
It's creepy and weary,
and without any friends.
It's another dimension
where it's so hard to see,
there are only the shadows in front of me.
I thought I was free, now I know I am bound.
I'm twisted in chains and I can't turn around.
There's a king with a key he stands on a rock,
in this mist he's the master and he can open the lock.
I would like to serve in his battle of just,
it's the ultimate contest and I feel that I must.
That is the story,
he will tell me the end.
His glory is holy,
and he is my friend.
I'm blind but I'll walk
where it's so hard to see,
'cause I know that my king walks in front of me.
He made me an emperor, he gave me a sword.
It has the sharpest of edges and it's serving my Lord.
I could stay here and die if that's meant to be,
but I've found my pundit and he will make me see.
I grant him my soul I trust him wholly,
he's a friend in my God and he wrote this story.
© Gunnar Isholm Simonsen
Poetry by Gunnar Isholm Simonsen
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Written on 2009-05-07 at 22:00
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