She isn't doing so well again.
(I am expecting hell to be this end.)
the Happy Ending missed it's cue,
her future's fading out of view.
I want to tell her what I feel
That all I want is her to heal
but broken dreams are all I see.
How can I tell her honestly?
Escape, escape, run from this hell
I won't keep track of times you've fell.
I'll fight with passion, prayers and cries
to drive the anguish from your eyes.
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Sad how I am satisfied this is in iambic tetrameter. I am so divided right now. Exams are pressing in, my sister is wasting away, and right now...God just seems really distant. Ladies and Gentlemen: The Dark Night of the Soul.
If you read this, please pray for my sister Jolene. Things are bad again. I am terrified to enter into this whole hellish cycle again. In yet we begin, battle scarred, but stronger than before.
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