This poem came in quite recently, and I thought I would share it with you.
I don’t need to add an introduction. I believe the message is clear.
My Life
Why do people lie
And why do I cry?
Why do they lie?
Why do they die?
Why do I feel like
I’m dead inside?
How much longer
can, this, I abide?
I feel I’m living
in a dream, gone bad.
I just can’t shake it-
it makes me feel sad.
Why do I feel
all of these things?
My heart is hurting.
It cannot sing.
Why I feel like this
I do not know.
But it is my life
and, someday, I can go.
The author wishes to remain anonymous.
I would like to encourage him to keep looking up, to keep placing his faith in God...so that one day, he might look back on today with a heart filled with thanksgiving.
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