I wanted to cry all of my anger
I wanted to feel your real presence
I wanted to curse louder
but I can't cause I'm still holding into
my faith of YOU.
We suffered enough Father!
we're drowning enough at the latter
Held us with your mercy!
I'm begging you, show us your glory!
I can't handle seeing my mother's tears!
I can't stand watching my father pares
Give us Your light...
Grant their prayers and leave me suffer.
I rather see my self in distress
than looking at my parents struggle.
Does my piety and faith not enough Father?
How much do you need?
what else do you want?
I can sacrifice myself just so these problems disappear!
God! I'm tired of crying...
my heart is totally aching.
Please help us!
I'm down on bended knees,
Show us the light for tomorrow.
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Her Tears are Poetries
PuisiPain changes someone's out-breathing. Instead of telling, she kept her pain through poetries. She let her tears into words as agonies bled blood in her soul.
