Poetictonez

It feels like God has forgotten me, At night, when my tears fall, Alone am I to suffer at the hands of my adversary, No comforter in plain sight. My eyes hurt from the pain, my heart aches from the abuse, my soul bleeds of discouragement, Who can heal my brokenness? Drowning in my own misery, no life raft to rescue me, no ladder to climb to safety, My cries are ignored. I reach out my hand, only to have it slapped away, Love cannot dwell here, or survive in an empty shell. When will my Savior come, to aid my deep wounds? Where will my help cometh, to repair the scars? I am forgotten, in this world of demise, knocking at the door of rescue, waiting for an answer to the anguish.

Alone in the dark place, My heart is broken into scattered pieces, As I enter the darkness, I can feel hope slowing evaporating from me, My eyes hang low, my neck is stiff, my head feels heavy, Slumped down in a drunken stance, My soul dances thru the mist of the forgotten. I know no rest, only heavily carried burdens, Trapped in my enemy’s pit of lies, Seeking to be rescued by an unchanging love, a gentle hand. Yet, no one sees the forgotten, they are lost in a sea of drowning tears and sorrow. But, I knew from the beginning, where I'd end up, Like an old worn out shoe, or a piece of ripped fabric, a crumbled-up piece of paper scribbled with thoughts, tossed away in the dumpster of lost moments. Tomorrow looks so bleak, I cannot see what dare lie ahead of me, Who can comfort me? Will I perish into the depths of the forgotten ones? When will my deliverer come? Who then must be my anchor? While I’m alone in the dark place.