Things Happen
Things Happen
Written: by Miracle Man
2-17-2020
In life, things happen, adding to my rigors,
and holidays usher in, thoughts that I dread.
Christmas and Birthdays often become triggers,
rather than joy I feel depression instead.
I know that God, doesn't render me this feeling,
but sometimes I wonder why I remain here.
As time marches on, I feel time I’m stealing.
awaiting God’s rapture when I’ll disappear.
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