** hi people i know it sounds dreary to start with but please read and you'll see**
I see vines snaking up a tree
Their choking, choking, choking, the tree
Their chocking me
Those vines with their evil thorns
Their hurting, hurting, hurting, me
I shake, I shiver, I hurt, I breathe
I struggle for my very life,
As it gets, harder and harder to breathe,
I'm drowning in my own misery
Hey what’s that? I see... I see a light
Is it the light of an on coming train?
Coming to kill me?
Before I die a slow, painful death?
Now that would be interesting...
No... It’s not a train...
It’s... It’s a person...
He's surrounded by a beam of light
It’s bright so very bright...
But it doesn’t hurt my eyes... why?
I feel... I feel warm...
Some thing I haven't felt for a very long time
Where's it coming from?
Is it coming from him?
This man who's walking towards me?
He has a knife...
Is he going to set me free?
Now that would be nice...
He cuts the vines, so carefully
Not one scratch does he make
I see the vine falling away from me....
I'm Free...
jesus has set me free...
**thnx 4 reading now it would mean so much to me if you would vote and comment on my poem id love to hear what you think of it **
