Just an –untitled- poem i made

life and all its twists go unnoticed until all you have is life; but why shouldn't you have it-
is it really all that it never was; up till now life has just passed by, and still a hole, a pit-
cliché isn't the way that all of this plays out; but you oh you are not-
expecting little and getting to much; has left me, but with one shot-
here standing among the throngs, and looking in; crowds are no place to hide-
summer showers comfort one so used to cold, and this lovely day; makes one want to see inside-
searching ever inward to find this covenant so unfulfilled; hear the knock and heed-
could it be? will it not go on to say that when you tried, found out that you where not meant to bleed-
three trees, seven lamps, and one; whom do you follow-
it was me, it was me! that put this fate on you; now a heart not so hollow-
here i stand beckoning you with open arms; looking you in the face-
calling, oh the uttering in my soul; makes me scream oh grace oh grace!-
how far you have come; only shows how far you will go-
i know that its me whom holds back; but i let go, and let you ebb and flow-
-to be continued-