It comes and goes
like rain
its a dull pain
knows no foe
sickness sets in
a dark grin
its a no win
on his face sin
black as night
a grim sight
in his heart
grows a mark
spreading, what
to do but
ask for help
let out a yelp
ask for faith and love
and a sure hope
grace to cope
a sign from above
1 comment:
Nice poem Bret. Thanks for sharing it.
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