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Unbearable Heartbreak
The pain in my heart threatens to be my end, I sought to show the 'me' that God did intend. Yet, silenced I stand, to the skies, I relent, "Your will, not mine," my whispered consent. Hunger ignored, sleep's sweet embrace denied, Like a treasured vase, now broken and defied. Familiar with fragments, a constant state of disrepair, Yet breaking because of you was more than I could bear. I find myself at fault again, an echo of my past, God seems to be the steadfast when nothing else will last. Was my love not sufficient? My soul starts to question, Is it wrong to give my all, to make my heartfelt confession? Am I the villain for unburdening my soul? "Why is life a journey through a deep, darkened hole?" On this bleak and barren day, the rain whispers of dismay. The devil, a lurking thief, stole my heart and slinked away. Swallowing this bitter pill, a truth hard to follow, I hope to reclaim my heart from the hollow. Now I sit in the quiet, while God and angels attempt, To quiet the screams of my soul, vehemently unkempt.
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