A letter to god
God why you put me here
Why you build me to stay in bed
Why you build me to be afraid
Why you make me paroinrd and a little insane
Am late for work know
Am if am honest I would say no to some coke and maybe a Hooker
I like to swap life's
Because coping with me has become difficult
Oh lord you build me to suffer and struggle
Am tried and Brún out
Losing my grip on reality
Whatever faith I have left is fading
Oh lord am out on my feet
Won't you do me the favour
And threw in the towel for me
Hélène
Fri 2nd Dec 2022 16:16
I do truly believe poetry is therapy Keith. Keep on writing your emotions, difficult as they are. Your words go out as a plea to the universe & hopefully strength & hope will return. One day at a time, one foot in front of the other. Prayers, prayers, prayers.