defeat?
that sounds right
i hold her frail body and think
what happened to my joy?
this is my curse
i hate depression
and he hates me
my preceding failure is blinding me
he wants me to suffocate
it's working
still so much hurt
so much weight
my anger bruises my heart
yet my tears remain for her
the silver lining is
so far away
i know the Truth
does not come without pain
i carry this cross
suffering as it should be
trudging to my death
when will He come to touch me?
defeat.
knowing it's not there doesn't
convince me enough
i hear the words over and over
said with sensitivity like a knife
to my heart
i hold her frail body up against mine
what happened to my joy?
...yes, Lord.
i remember.
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