-- Posted by Prom3theus at 5:14 pm on Nov. 18, 2008 Staring into the mirror he stays, lost in thought. His heart, twice given, but thrice shattered, with nobody there to help him pick up the pieces. He prays, to his unseen creator, for the strength to continue on. From his lips, he drew the baffling hallelujah. No response. He spent his whole night trying to forget. He has been there many times before. Searching for a friend. He is small. He is needy. Lost himself again. He feels unsafe. Small. He strains for the elusive hallelujah. Whispers of past orthodoxies. A tear slides down his cheek. He is broken; falling to pieces. Hallelujah. -- Posted by TheatreMinelli at 5:15 pm on Nov. 18, 2008 I'm pretty sure the last line of the first verse is plagurised. -- Posted by RoseBeautyMagical416 at 5:15 pm on Nov. 18, 2008 Amen!!!! Praise the Lord -- Posted by Prom3theus at 5:16 pm on Nov. 18, 2008 Quote: from theatreminelli at 8:15 pm on Nov. 18, 2008 I'm pretty sure the last line of the first verse is plagurised. It definitely is. It was my inspiration. -- Posted by Deviant at 5:17 pm on Nov. 18, 2008 Great poem Kristoffer. You write a lot eh? I still don't have the motivation to write anything.