misery follows me like a
dog follows its master, i cannot
escape it, i cannot outrun it, and
it seems that there is no turning back.
god, am i broken enough for you now?
how about now? how much more pain
must i endure for your name, before
i find my rest?
nevertheless, as long as i have breath,
still i move for you.
thank you, father.
with a heavy heart i wait
for the end of all of this
may it come soon
notes from a not-for-profit life. reader notes for poems: bold represents emotional thought, boldness; italics represent narrator-thought or God-thought.
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