Can you hear the last string of your sanity break?
As you see your hope trampled on?
Such a feeling of despair burdens the heart,
And weighs on the mind.
So heavy that it consumes your whole being,
Itching & scratching at the remains of your soulless body.
Where is He, the man they call
Jesus, the man they call Son of
God?
Is He next to me as I write this?
Any form of light would be great,
To pierce through my
Hurt
And its wounds.
Although feelings are fleeting &
Emotions are somewhat deceitful,
So I will wait on the Lord,
And hope in Him all the more!
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PoetryA collection of free verse poetry covering a range of life experiences of love, loss, finding oneself, growth, God, spiritual growth, and more. There are also inclusions of personal monologues and thoughts on life in general. I would love to read yo...
