About the Poet

Isaiah lives in South Carolina.

Poetry by Isaiah

Haze

The mind entranced admist the haze,
Utter darkness confussion glaze,
Nothing but emptiness through which comes a faint cry,
A hearkening call echoing to draw nigh,
There is a tapping amongst it barely able to be heard,
Dark forces trembling of a sound unblurred,
Growing a continuous knock
A door within a flash containing a lock,
Coming from that which was not way,
The Light through the darkness it seems to tear,
There appears to be a presence which lies behind,
Shall it be opened or choose to keep it in a bind,
The voids suction holds a strong grasp,
Trying to pull with one last gasp,
Barely cracked the door slams opened wide,
Feeling of nothingness beginning to hide,
Evil has a pure sensation of fear,
A blazing flame the darkness it doth sear,
Light piercing the deepest depths of the soul,
Two forces at war as one fills the hole,
Light won a battle but not yet the war,
Death brings complete transformation into core.

an original poem by Isaiah, South Carolina

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