Wednesday, November 11

Tired and Sick

Fed up with mess,
who should feel free,
but I, trapped, can't be?
Lightning strikes,
the ground breaks,
my feet still stand.
This redundancy,
how much can one take?
If I were put here,
and their ears could hear,
would they take it in?
Pray for those,
who persecute me?
When can this torment stop?
When will I be heard?
Let your love come down,
treat me your glory.
Tired and sick of it all,
this place is closing in,
I can feel my brittle bones breaking.
Stay strong, and have faith,
it will be worth it in the end.

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