Laura Mckenzie Poet Didactic

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

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