It is Well with my Soul BYU Vocal Point

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Comfortless

The air was warm
The sky, pure blue.
God you must know
I'm so angry at you.
Breathing is effort;
Sleep,  a bust...
The Voices in my head
Have to go--
       ---   They must.
Shattered hither and yon
No one wants someone
............this far gone.
Doctors promise respite
Contained in their colored caps
But I find no relief
Except my dog in my lap.
"Oh God!!" This too, a  ghost,
Mine lies murdered, buried
God knows the innermost :
My bloody secret go tell
Give her just one message
Then escort me gently
To the door marked, "Hell"

This poem is based on a potent recollection I had this evening.
Not the happiest time.



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