Impuissance of Heart
Daylight began as any other
With the blankets over his head and smothered
With effort and struggle
He began his day
With the usual juggles
As he mirrored himself
To shave and groom
Trying so hard to remove the gloom
That presides over his head
So permanent and dread
The thoughts he thinks
There are piles of wood
Outside by the old sink
That waits
To be cut
He would if he could get out of this rut
He feels dejected
And beaten down
Still wishing on a prayer
If it would come around
But what this man doesn’t
Understand
God’s given him will
Now he needs a
Plan
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2008
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