Cumbered with a load of care,
Not knowing with whom to share,
Struggling to cover my fears,
While my guilt and shame draw my demise near,
Abandoned by everyone even my dearest peers,
And at this point God tends to be very rare,
Life indeed has never been fair,
For my pain and torture has always caught me unprepared,
But every day I bow to my Maker and make a prayer,
As I believe one day this troubled life will see a different layer,
Categories:
cumbered, art, life, nostalgia, poetry,
Form: Acrostic
Another night cumbered on the dazed cornerstone grave.
There goes another one less each wake that goes away.
Here and the great hereafter does not yet take hold.
Sudden that which is cold is true dead sores under toe.
Laugh comes through the echoes of love’s last lost.
Take away morning chill for the better sauce enter to.
Prayer and pray alone along the dark dimly lit sway.
Let not us error unless that Saint Danes come away.
Categories:
cumbered, abuse, addiction, allegory, dark,
Form: Free verse
The runner, lonely in his stead, does go
both feet a cumbered patter, sure and long
with weight his countenance will not bestow
against the heavy breaker's undertow.
As rival sinews, breath and bone hold strong
the runner, lonely in his stead, does go.
His pendulum-like legs reap as they sew -
a grand chorale of agony in song.
With weight his countenance will not bestow,
instinctive machination sets to flow
like streams from mountaintops to seas belong,
the runner, lonely in his stead, does go.
His streamlined members pronate to and fro,
drumming loose the shouts of inner wrong
with weight his countanence will not bestow,
so sees the beckoned light of finish grow.
Though pain and pumping blood it will prolong,
the runner, lonely in his stead, does go
with weight his countenance will not bestow.
Categories:
cumbered, dedication, lonely,
Form: Villanelle
Waiting on God
Waiting, waiting, Hope in hand,
Days are spinning out God’s Great plan!
Cumbered about man loses his sight,
Anxiously running…losing his might!
Wisdom crying, ask of me! Ask of me!
God gives freely…To set you free.
Let patience work, perfect and entire,
Free at last, nothing can compare,
At Jesus feet, my soul finds rest,
Peace be still, only He knows best.
Waiting, waiting, Hope in hand,
God reveals His great plan.
Categories:
cumbered, devotion, inspirationalhope,
Form: Rhyme