It comes in waves
Sometimes big sometimes small
Endlessly they pile up
Bang against me till I fall
I try to stand but fail
On hand and knees I crawl
Trying not to drown in it
Even my breathing starts to stall
My heart beats a weary way
I cry to god to hear my call
Thinking I can't go another day
Strength I need to stand tall
My faith will help me build
Against this grief a bigger wall
I love the image you create for me - wave after wave - very effective
You hit the wall with a bang. You will stand up again. Written with feeling and deept meaning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really lovely write. Bien!