I pen my poetry
to cry out my anguish...
painting in words
the agony and misery
that I can not contain
they are too many
too heavy to bear...
my wounds so deep
so great
they never heal
waiting
for God's miracle...
It's been long
but I am still here
trap in pangs of hurts
and strain
though in poetry I chant
Gods healing grace
yet until now
I am still buried
in my tears...
Too many times
I stumbled and fell
running to and pro
like waves on the seashores
the sadness are winning
my heart whining
still I am drowned
in my bereave...
Again
In my poetry I turn
penning down my pain...
again and again...
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