To Be Murdered
Dying on the inside

Your smile is so beautiful, Little did i know it was a evil grin. Your kindness is a killer you acted so you well ,showing love benefited you more then it did me. You helded my hand to break it , You went from padding my back back to pushing me on my back to pushing me on it as I try yo turn around and get get up instead of walking by my side you step on it . The hand I try to reach out to you with broken . After I realizing I was stabbed in the back I turn around and look at you point fingers accusing others for my pain but my blood is on your hands and now my heart needs spiritual surgery because I was pierced by your knife. The only truth you know is lying. Who tried to murdered me ? My deceiver did also known as lying .who else tried to murder me another deceiver did also known as my neighbor who I must forgive for their trespassing He looking into my innocents Eyes broke Throw the window ram shacked everything that made me happy, stole some of my joy and left without a trace of forgiveness I felt dead not only to my enemies but to the world . I am heal now with a better security system in my mind and gained more joy as I experience the great passion of life you don't have to be physically dead to die but I had death life symptoms feeling lifeless and but God's insurance came in. His hands are not just good in all your states its good to the whole world . He insured he helped me clean my house and swept away and the trash that was thrown on the floor, fixed the hole in the walls , the hole in the walls that where kicked in while I was down and put new pictures up to have a more beautiful outlook on life . He rebuilded my house off the sand it was on and moved it to a strong foundation to show me I don't live in the land where the rest of the fools on the block was . I was almost murdered by and left in the street called the valley of death .
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Walter D.Witherspoon
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This my first poem in years