My heart aches
My head shakes
My voice is silent
Can't speak a whisper
I move in a whimper
I beg for help
No one comes
I try to pick myself up
But I'm all thumbs
I grow weak and weary
God will be there for me
So I shouldn't worry
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Author:
Drew Lewis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 29th, 2026 10:22
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Comments1
A nice use of rhyme to convey a thought of celestial support and no need to worry. Well done
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