I
write to heed my suffering
And
thus, wisely weathering
A
dark cloud that does shroud me
And
my sanity, a grave mentality.
My
delusions and confusions
Can
become character creations,
And
as the nights madly pass by
I
am prone to shed a tear and cry.
I
am humane, gentle, soft
And
hold greatly aloft
A
morality of some sanity
To
Christians with sensibility.
But
regardless of these abilities
I
am still prone to be ill-at-ease.
©
Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017
A re-edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
I wish you well with your tials and tribulations Andrew.
ReplyDeleteGreat heart felt poem. Good luck.
Yvonne.
Greetings Yvonne. Thank you for your kind words, they are warmly received. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.
DeleteIt's good that you have writing to help you cope with your suffering. Writing is a great release and has helped me work though a lot of past pain.
ReplyDeleteGreetings Louise. It is a great release, and a great form of expression! Glad it's helped you also in the past. Blessings to you.
DeleteThank you. Love love, Andrew.