Crushed Dreams

Dreams are shattered,
No chance to mend the pieces.
Feelings, hopes all scattered,
A broken heart whose pain unease's

Left behind, hurt and vexed,
Trying to reason with the past.
Wondering of what comes next,
Curious how long the pain will last.

How can a heart handle much ache?
The question echo's in the dark.
Can't breath, I plead for a break!
In agony await the spark.

Losing faith in human race
Looking ‘round me with disgust
Trying to fit back into place
Chasing a life robust

A world with endless gravitate
A sinking ship with hopeless end
Oh God your hand before its late
Expedite help … I plead… You send

You are the light I see afar
My hand to you I stretch
Pull me out with minute scar
Restore my life its now a wretch

I hear the answer as I speak
"You are my design" says He,
Trust in me when you are weak
I feel your pain, just walk with me

I take revenge, I use my power,
To bring the broken back to peace;
I breath life in every flower
Have faith in Me your pain will cease.

Tuesday, November 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: broken,design,dreams,life,light,pain,peace,revenge,shattered,trust
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