While My Days Were Only Solitary (English Sestets) Poem by Gert Strydom

While my days were only solitary,
my destruction came at the greatest speed
while demons, humans descended on me
with their utmost kind of malignant greed
I prayed while my life was in waste,
to come to my salvation in great haste,

while day by day was only passing by,
while everything was just working out wrong
while it felt as if you did not hear any cry
I asked my God, how long still, how long?
At your mercy desperately waiting,
waiting for anything to be happening

while I did not comprehend the designs
of your plans for my life, for my future
when I could not find any positive signs
of hope or salvation, not a feature,
against my common sense I still did trust
that overnight my life you could adjust,

even when my own efforts were in vain,
at your very feet salvation I did claim
when my emotions only turned to pain,
believing the promises you proclaim
while continually I tried and headed on,
trying to remain sincere, true and strong,

when in no human face I could find grace,
or find a person or place where I belong,
when I could not wander from place to place,
when even friends were doing me much wrong,
God, I was down on my knees before you,
still insisting that you had to be true.