My days are past; my plans are broken off,
the desires of my heart.
Job 17:11
In misery
and suffering
hope is distant
dreams are gone
good days memory
The mystery
of suffering
is that instant
answers are not known
in pain's loud cacophony
Being a broken man
with broken thoughts
is where pain is at its worst
and disappointment rules a heart
Joy gone
lost in the sound
of weeping's wail
wanting to hear God's voice
Vision blurred
streaking tears found
in the eyes like a veil
preventing hope as a choice
And when we find a broken man
with broken thoughts
whose pain is overwhelming
then love and care is where healing can start
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