Broken but not Forgotten

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Life, dark and grim,
Gusts wildly in torment
As frightening gales foment.
Blue skies grow dim.
Storms upset the weak.
My blood churns from the fright.
I never see the light —
Life is incomplete.

God, where are you
In times of my distress,
In grief and deep duress?
Time brings me down;
It wearies to the grave
The hapless, hopeless slave,
Broken and forgotten.

Smiles treat us poor:
Fake blossoms hiding yet
The fear of human debt
Waiting in Hell's door.
Loss awakened us.
Our earthly form endowed
Is broken, bent, and bowed —
Yearning for the dust.

God, why is this
The life you gave to me
Where I cannot be free?
What is the source
Beyond the temporal mass
Relieving all the past,
Broken but not forgotten?

Dread, like a nail —
It drives its greasy lead
So far into my head,
Dead, fraught, and frail.
Prayers are the last
To have a hopeful end.
That's why I must contend.
I am aghast.

God, who are you
That hides Himself from me,
Or do I never see?
When can it stop?
You eat despite the bile,
For faith is like a child,
Broken but not forgotten.


Submitted: July 03, 2021

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