Job 3:10
"Curse that day for failing to shut my mother's womb, for letting me be born to see all this trouble."
Each day comes and goes with its own trouble.
Each day fails to revive me, cursing me double.
Men and woman alike are stuck in its path.
Still I push towards the mastery of of its math.
Life is a game of numbers and decisions.
From which I cannot solve through my own visions.
I am given help and given hope which I deny.
For life has left me weak and dry.
I cannot ask for more, it is done.
Still, I'm left searching for fun.
Somewhere to keep me at peace.
I am asking the creator for a lease.
Let me live in the calm and confidence of your love.
Take me away from the broken branch of the dove.
I cannot stand this any longer I am failing.
Then wind appears and suddenly I'm sailing.
Only to return when you expect it least.
As if it was guided by some spiritual beast.
Let me sleep and take me away.
Show me why I'm still here, okay?
About the Creator
J. K. Anderson
A poet, author and journalist tied to the belief that Christ is YHWH. Open minded and eager to show my wild imagination to all people. I'm not a happy writer but I'm happy to write. All for fun.
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