3 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

Monday, October 3, 2011

Desperate


Desperate         



When I wake in the mornings

I cry.

Before the sun rises,

My eyes began to moist

At night

I smile;

But when my head hits the pillow,

I cry.

No amount of, “I understand.”

Can heal me

No talk of pleasant heavens makes it better.

Still I cry.

When I do not,

Sickness is near.

And I can feel it rising,

Feeling my soul with loneliness,

Craving for something to sooth me

But what I need,

Is to cry

10-3-11

Latedra


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