Nourishment
I need daily bread
Today more than ever,
Inside life is dead.
Tomorrow seems like never.
Life’s got too complicated
For me to figure out,
I’m lost and suffocated.
Nothing’s real but doubt.
The heavens aren’t opening
Raining manna like before.
I’m down here choking,
Begging for something more.
I could whine forever
About what isn’t fair,
Life isn’t suddenly better
You rise above despair.
Copyright © John Northcutt Young | Year Posted 2015
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