Anguished
Anguished
Lord, I feel a plethora full of pain.
My faith and my hope slowly begin to wain.
Where are you? Are you there?
I cry out to you, but; a whisper of a prayer.
Tired of giving up, I want to breathe my last breath.
To rest my weary life, pass on my soul on to the reaper of death.
My physical pain is almost too much to bear.
Leaving me emotionally drained to the point that I really don't care.
Why do I have to endure such anguishing agony?
So much pain physically and emotional tormenting?
Hear me...hold me..confort me..before it's too late..
Lord, I beseech you! Before; my worldly being decides its own fate.
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