Bottom Line

I am utterly without strength of my own

and my problems overwhelm me so.

This is so hard, Lord...

relatives and friends,

people I thought had a care for me,

care not.

 

No place to lay my head at night,

no place to rest this painful back,

to put food in this hungry body

and there is no laughter in my heart.

 

Belonging, belonging,

cared about, cared for.

The heart can hurt,

unbearable so,

yet, no bleeding or bruises appear,

but, I cry many tears.

Reviews

[Pax]

a heartbreaking poem... full of sadness and despair....yet so beautifully conveyed...
a poignant poet...
great!