This is a story I wrote about my life called "A Road Called Death". I wrote it while in the county jail. I was under the attack of Satan., but I found away to use the unpleasant experience to help motivate and inspire others who reads this poem. We can use any unpleasant situation in a positive way regardless of the circumstances --regardless of the adversity!
it's a true story that I wrote about myself.
It was on a cool cloudy fall type day,
I was on a hideous road that went one way.
There were no cities or towns –
The evil spirits and demons nearly drove me insane.
The only thing I saw were dead corpse alone the road's side, obviously these victims didn't find a detour before they died.
Some died from pure exhaustion
the one thing they had in common
I was trapped like the victims
I knew what I needed to do
so I planned to exit off at the next available stop.
My heart was beating fast
the fact that I was still alive
I looked diligently for an exit,
I sought desperately because
I moved as fast as I could--it was getting late,
I vowed not to allow death to be my fate.
I was so scared that my life
but I was determine not to allow
When I didn't find an exit
I lost all faith and asked the Lord "Why?"
Suddenly, lo and behold,
I became overcome with joy
"BE NOT AFRAID, THE ROAD TO HOPE IS HERE!"
I was so grateful to see the exit appear.
I didn't waste time, I immediately made the turn,
and swore to myself that this is a place I will never return.
Now, if someone told me this story,