Sick Of Life Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Michael P. Johnson

Michael P. Johnson

New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England

Sick Of Life



Just sitting here and feeling low
What is this life about?
There must be somewhere else to go
Than dithering full of doubt

Does no know does no one see?
I’m sick to death of life
What’s going to become of me?
How can I end this strife?

It’s war, war, war here crying
Aching, breaking my heart
What 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?
To turn around and win

It never used to be like this
Not dismal every day
Although it wasn’t always bliss
I still could kneel and pray

I felt content I felt so free
Laughter was never rare
Jesus was everything to me
And always everywhere

Can I again give love a try?
Lock up this dreary door
Seek my Father’s face on high
Just like I did before

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Michael P. Johnson

Michael P. Johnson

New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England
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