Hey everybody. Somebody... (😂😂) I wrote this poem on Monday as I was recovering from feeling blah, or that nothing was going my way and that all that was happening was me losing everything. The little I think I have just been ripped out of me and leaving this weariness and feeling drained in its waking. I wrote the feelings down, because it's rare that I can explain them, and this came out boom as the imagery of both these scenes played in my mind. I guess you can say the Lord helped me write out my pain and explain to Him and myself what I was feeling, even in sorrow. Truly, He is good.
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I feel like a leaking pot
Leaving not even a single drop.
It all slips out
Leaving me empty.
Is it You I believe in?
Or an evil entity?
Your word does warn of the false light.
Maybe I stumbled into his hold
Now I can't hold.
Anything that seems dear
has become ghost.
I'm like one dying,
stuck on the hospital bed.
The monitor beeping in dread
Before it's all silent. Dead.
Everything holds its breath
Will You restore and revive?
Or will I no longer live?
Am I coming to You?
Or is Hellfire my new home?
