Take this cup from me O Lord
Much pain I feel inside my heart.
I want to die
I want to go
I feel all alone
The walls closing in on me
HELP! HELP!
I cry, my voice just echoes
I hear my own breathing
Nobody is there
I see a cup, it’s full of His blood, it’s overflowing
I can’t look at it
I feel His blood dripping on me, pouring on me
I can’t take it I’m not worthy I cry
I’m drowning in His blood
I hear voices saying “He is washing you clean”, “Taking away your pain”, “Making you free”
O Lord I do not deserve this! Take my cup from me O Lord hear my cry














Comments
The first part of the poem is summed up really well with the line "I hear my own breathing". It really brings out the feeling of aloneness well. The second half is the scarier part though.. the imagery of drowning in His blood is really scary.
There is a sense of confusion in this poem, with you feeling pain etc even though the 'voices' are saying that your pain should be going away.
In conclusion I found this poem a little disturbing, but good.
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A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator the smaller the fraction.
-- Tolstoy
it is a paradox... that there can be so many people feeling alone, together...
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