| General Poetry
posted May 27, 2025 |
open for interpreation
Desperate & Numb
I'm sick from living.
Empty from giving.
Barely even breathing.
Father rescue me,
From this normalcy.
Dig up all my roots,
From the deepest,
Pain within me.
Fertilize my fear.
With these dirty tears.
Always thinking,
The end is near.
As I drink from your cup,
Flesh all chewed up,
I pray;
FATHER PLEASE FILL ME UP!!!
Psalm 23:5:
"You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows."
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