When Life Gets Hard

I feel unhappy and unimportant
I judge myself without someone doing so. I cry in sorrow and mourn in grief

I feel that the world isn't a place to be
I disregard the confidence in me
I succumb to stress and feel guilty of myself. I feel unjust and hide myself.

I want to run, I want to hide
From the pain it has brought in my heart
I want to scream, and I want to cry.
Why find my hiding place, oh sadness?

The tide of my joy moves in counterclockwise
Full of sound and foam rising in an infamous style. That which drew out the boundless of my hope. Beating my imagination and stabbing me in my back.


I look up in the sky and ask God for awhile. If I have been abandoned.
Because my sweat flows like a river.
And my tears seen as an ocean.

I bow down on my knees
Lift my face up to the hill
From whence cometh my help
My help cometh from the Lord.

I run to my God
Seek his face and slap the door of sadness.
Stand up for my right.
I drink bitterness, because my biggest fears,
comes not in the night but in tears.
When will this storm come to an end?
Embrace me happiness, you're my only friend.



©Bob K Queminee