Broken - a Poem

I'm so sick,

Of feeling so sick,

In the spirit.

There's this fire of frustration,

Wreaking havoc on my soul.

I want to throw something,

If I can't know something,

Actually true.

I want to scream,

So someone understands my pain.

I want to cry,

So someone sees I'm not joking.

I want to hit,

So something feels how I feel: broken.

Now I feel empty.

God, oh God, what am I supposed to do?

I don't have the means to fix it.

Even if I did,

I'm not sure if I would.

I'm just so sick of this fight, Lord.

I'm just so sick of this sickness.

Oh, Lord,

Help me.

Reviews

[WerTherBeDragons]

Really like the pace of this. Interestingly I chose this one to read at this time - it hits home...