Dear ones, it’s Tuesday and I have another poem to share. It’s based on a sad but true story. My poems are a bit melancholy but I find it helps me to write about sad times. Please don’t copy but you can share the link. God bless & remember the High King lives! ~Amber Dover
by Amber Dover
I hear your slurred speech,
I see your child-like face.
You were broken in so many ways.
She stole your soul when she stabbed you.
But you sat there and listened to Dad preach.
You came so close but hope was just out of reach.
I pray you knew Jesus
before you met your fate,
Before they found you lying
dead in the paint.
Curse depression! Curse addiction!
You should’ve never died in shame.
May God hold you now, David.
I’ll never forget your name.