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I Will Pass

I Will Pass

I am a black rolling wall cloud,
Hanging static in the west;
Following you wherever you go,
Never giving you rest.

I smile when you’re unhappy,
For that is my job, you see.
To strip you of faith and peace.
My name is “Anxiety.”

I am the child of the father of lies,
Demanding, weak, 'til Love arrives.
When I dissolve into sweet rain and flowers,
In the face of His sunlight and joy.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 6/19/2019 12:28:00 AM
One can't help feel anxious these days and as we depend on so many external necessities, the more anxious we become. Clever poem Sunlite.
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Sunlite Wanter
Date: 6/20/2019 9:49:00 AM
Thank you for reading my poems, Victor, and your observations.