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Sick of Life.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Sick of Life


Just sitting here emotions low

What is this life about?

There must be somewhere else to go

Than dithering plagued with doubt


Does no one know does no one see?

Are others sick of life?

What’s going to become of me?

How can I end this strife?


Its war, war, war screaming crying

Aching, breaking my heart

Whatever can stop me trying?

Tearing myself apart


I’m out of work sadly alone

In dreadful deep despair

What’s left for me but moan and groan?

Does no one even care?


Does no one see my dismal plight?

This panic state I’m in

Can no one help me see the light?

Can no one help me win?


It never used to be like this

Dismal most every day

Although it wasn’t always bliss

Should I not kneel and pray


I’d like to live to feel so free

Find tears less than rare

That love means everything to me

And God is everywhere


Can I perhaps give faith a try?

Lock up hell’s tempting door

Seek The Father’s face on high

Like others have before..... 

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Submitted: Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Last Updated: Wednesday, April 12, 2017

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

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