Tuesday, November 10, 2020

A Poem from Yesteryear








 Distress



I go back and forth.


My head is in distress.


I want a way out


I want the rest,


I want to end this battle.                                               


But I hate to stop,


To give up,


To fail.


Oh, the confusion of my head.


The battle that never ends.


The war that continues.


Is there respite?


What shall I do?


Oh, Father, please hear me!





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