A million hammers are pounding my head
I want to sleep but I'm too far from my bed
I'm so confused, and frustrated, too
I'm not really sure what to do
Lord, fix this mess that's me
I don't like what I see
I need Your help to be alright
Please, I'm asking with all my might
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Originally I just had the first stanza in this poem, and I didn't know where to go with it because at the time I was frustrated and tired. For the title, I put "FIX THIS" because it was nowhere near being done, and I didn't know what to call it. Reading it today, I realized that would be a great title.
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Stolen Heart
PoetryA small collection of poems about my thoughts and feelings. I hope you find them appealing. Thank you for reading. And please comment if you find something needing.
