Second Chance

I remember the blood dripping down my hand,

My life could I no longer stand,

The pain and misery not to mention the tears,

Suffering I endured throughout the years,

My vision is slowly fading away,

Someone is near but I can not tell what they say,

Feeling it drain my body growing weaker,

Aspects of my life were always growing bleaker,

A needle pierces through my skin,

I can sense the presence of blood rushing in,

Doctors manage to have me revived,

Restoring the blood my body was deprived,

In those moments torment could have came upon my soul,

My rejection would have taken its toll,

Showing my life in way of error,

Cast to Hell in torment with sheer terror,

The second chance I do not deserve,

About Christ I now live to serve,

I found the purpose for my life,

Finally comforted from all the strife.

an original poem by Isaiah, South Carolina

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