Poems About Hopes and Fears
Just prepared this. Jill is on a small oxygen
insert in nose and understand that is a good
sign so am glad. She sure is woozy and
difficult to understand after coming off
With some knowledge and a suture,
Should start planning for the future;
Have pen in hand;
Meet each demand;
Use experience and plan nurture.
Church problem has been mold,
Which is what I am recently told;
Here did remain;
A plan to solve will soon unfold.
Needless to say I am raddled;
Again on myself have tattled;
Worried a lot;
To accept battled and battled.
What I became is surely so very afraid;
Over and over often prayed and prayed;
Please here stay;
Do not go away;
For us in paradise a place God has made.
We possessed each negative thought;
And into constant trap we got caught;
Hard to bare;
Made us mad becoming overwrought.
God should never ever forsaken me;
If happy forever I would always be;
My mind I adore,
No longer sore;
Then everyone with me would agree.
Going to hospital I always do dread,
Some drugs to sedate her being fed;
Laying in bed as if she were dead.
God help so she can start to revive;
Now knowing will be able to survive,
Being happy again;
On earth together can remain alive.
Some things seem to be blistery scab,
Such as anything that resemble rehab;
Ways abide by,
May sooner die;
Do what they say or end up on a slab.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2019