A Strange Feeling

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Their is a feeling I have that I can't  describe,something isn't right,that I can't hide.

My entire family is collapsing right before my very eyes,so much diversity,nothing I can do but stay wise.

Turning on each other is all they seem to do,the arguments,gossip,some even turnt on me to.

It breaks my heart to hear my grandmother cry,she tried all she could to bring her children together,she gave it a try.

Her heart is becoming weaker from the suffering buried inside,she still grieves for her daughter,the one whose life was taken,she cried.

My uncle haven't spoken to me in seven years so far,never met my daughter his niece,instead when he visits he goes to a bar.

I am dreaming of death and my family which that isn't good,I'm praying for my family as well as my enemies as I should.

This feeling I have just won't go away,it keeps me distracted as I think of my family and what to say.

Something going to happen I just don't know when and where,although our family don't get along,I still care.

My grandmother cried today for she have a feeling to,she told me it's the same feeling when her deceased daughter was found in the lake,not just one body,their were two.

Lord I don't know what's about to happen but I trust in you,whoever it is that you call to come home,just know I still love you.

 

  • Author: Terria D.Alexander (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 19th, 2022 20:48
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Crowns4Christ

    I'm so sorry that you're going through this,it is heartbreaking when who are supposed to be family are anything but, I am truly sorry sister, take care of yourself and your grandma, God loves you and He hurts when you hurt,but His will,will be done, you seem like such a strong woman, because I am,and we seem alot alike,if you ever want to talk to somebody,you can talk to me



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