Our Present Day Is The Worst Time
People grieve the loss of their moms and dads,
and the worst thing is that they couldn't see
them on the their final moment and hold their hand
by the bedside...how horrible that is!
How heartwrenching it must be!
We all have been affected in tragic ways,
but if the soul can't weep, that pain remains
acute and won't ever escape misery!
Have you lost a dearest friend,
so suddenly and the least expected?
A good cry can heal and comfort
the saddest and the lonliest heart,
if it finds who can alleviate its sorrow;
only a few are able to heal their wounds,
but who's willing to sacrifice their time,
putting aside vanity and pride...
before they notice the glances of afflictions?
Can anyone prevent what is to come?
Our present day is the worst time
for afflictions and its hopelessness is invasive
and mortal thinking that we are trapped and eventually die
of depression and solitude before we are rescued by others
can prayers alter fate when all attempts have failed us?
What else can we do to stay afloat and survive?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2020
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