Chris Webb Poetry - Mattress (@chriswebbspeaks)

Oh grace um grace is pulling up in front of that run-down apartment complex with those dudes outside who look as if they all cooked with the Pyrex in that neighborhood that turns into a jungle after dark I'm am I willing to the parking spot and turn my car to park breathless get killed here every week sisters get robbed here every day if I walk inside it's a wrap I know nobody knows my face I see those dudes standing outside and read the warnings under tattoos this is not a place I want to walk inside of but I have to I move toward the broken windows and bricks that have been do war my shoes scuff over the cracked sidewalk as I open up the door the thing I wants on the third floor I navigate through broken hearts this is a place your dreams go to die people look like defective parts I start my search through dingy halls with folks who stand like firing squads each corner turn feels like a trap this maze is made unsafe with flaws stains line the hallways like a map the tile sticks to both my feet I pass rooms at a dim like jail cells people stare I feel the heat I reach the stairs and see defeat three men sit there with eyes on me I drop my head and take a step and start to march up through their seats I feel one press me asking questions like a shark looking at meat I got to reach a star float oh I can't that obstacles compete I finally passed them they start laughing I look back and see them stand but I keep walking with the railing wobbly under my hand I have a mission and a plan and I can't give way to the fright the roaches on the wall the blood and vomit colored blinking lights the sights the smells the sounds the black eyes on the women that I passed the missing teeth from those who lie down in this hall this lined with trash I reach the landing and hear cracking dudes are fighting up the hall cussing echoes all through the building as kids play with broken dolls the third floors here I'm in the hall the cold walls echo with loud music I someone wear room 316 is and they stared back clueless I brings your unlock door and here laughter inside the reason I'm here is for this the handle turns this is a time TV blasters I walk inside I stand there staring through the strife cuz legging right there on the bed next to somebody was my wife my heart laying half-dressed and cold on a mattress that smells a piss with eyes rather than dripping blood and lips chapped from that dude she kissed still drunk she looks at me with tears and shame that no scissor could cut through but I look back at her unwashed face and tell her I still love you her eyes blur she says she's worthless but I tell her I still wanna she says and she's a lost cause and she thinks I should give up on her that she's ugly that she's evil can't stop cheating she feels trapped I tell her that I'm right here with her in it and I want her back I start to lead her down the stairway pass the hallways with the sound opened the front door to the place and stump our feet across the ground the fresh air hits her that she hasn't felt for days we run like kids but I look back and notice she still has her other hand in his isn't it crazy that I'm with her but she won't loosen that grip isn't it crazy I still love her and still what relationship isn't it crazy I forgave her the feasts full of wax and dust isn't it crazy yes it is but that is how Christ is for us I don't know if you understand it but my friends we are that bride and I can't speak for you but I have been unfaithful I have lied I have a feeling that apartment had rooms where each of us went and if it weren't for Christ our dry souls will be stuck paying the rent what's really crazy is he searched under the darkest of cold roofs and Jesus didn't come for perfect smiles he came for prostitutes but those outside with cardboard boxes on a cold and empty ground he serves two troubling doors and rotten walls and that's where I was found I'm not the king with golden and so pants over my legs I'm that found prodigal son who was about to eat with pigs I'm not the one who never ran off at the threat of sword a lion if you look into my past up in that Peter who denied him and it's only by his grace that he helps me to stand up tall he helps me fight against the sin that had him stand me for so long this poem is for the former cowards for the ones who need his grace the ones he searched for who are unworthy to look him in the face the ones who ran off who he followed to the darkest of cold rooms who turned out sore muscles to strength and gave us mansions for our tombs he wiped our tears and took our kneels kissed our track marks gave us water helped our cold sweat sooner curses I was empty he's my father never left us to offer suckers right now we might look our best but who remembers that point where Christ came they found us in our mess who knows he didn't fix himself who has a reason to be thankful I made imprints in that dirty Hall and that's why I'm so grateful this post with two sets of people but the ones who know Christ cares and for the ones still on that mattress who just realized that he's dead do like I did look up and take his hand get out that life and leave it let him close the door behind you don't go back trying to retrieve it no he searched for you just like that bride who ran away alone and let go of your other loves for him and say please take me home you

Channel: Chris Webb

Views: 130,141

Rating: 4.9744177 out of 5

Keywords: Chris Webb, Poetry, Poet, One God United, Spoken Word, Jesus, Gospel

Id: C4SsI6pBn4s

Length: 6min 9sec (369 seconds)

Published: Tue Jan 12 2016