The Art of Poetry.
© June 10, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

I sit and stare at the wall
I’m trying to understand it all
There are many versions of the story
Some are happy; some are gory
I’ve heard it told over and over again
Any yet, I have a tendency to sin
In the Bible I have found
A book so profound
It relates to today’s peace
That’ll soon cease
The destruction of all the world
A fight to test man’s true morals
All this I understand
Yet, there are questions I demand
How, when, where will this begin
I won’t know ’till my lights are dimmed.