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