Possessed
I am not myself
May be a spirit
Good or bad
Eyes watered
Nose watered
Throat seized
With a new voice
That talks less
And sleeps more
And God visits
And selects one
Who should go
And who should stay
And experience the pain
And pleasure
Hereafter
And I pray
I obey
And days go by
Until emerges a new world
A very gripping, touching and deeply poignant write. With this dreaded disease that there is no cure yet, we are left nothing but fear and pray hard to God Almighty for mercy. Our deep faith in God maybe our way out in times.of uncertainty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A vivid depiction of a one of a kind sickness that science cannot conquer yet. I hope and pray that we can find a cure to this dreaded disease the soonest. Our faith will strengthen us to face these dark times. A well crafted poem full of faith and hope. I hope you are in the best of everything and your family as well. Thank you for all your beautiful comments on my poems. It is wonderful to know you are here again on this site. God bless always.