In My Weakest Weeks Poem by Hendry Wordsworth
In My Weakest Weeks
No longer can I write abed with ease,
For my bedewed body Writhes in pain
Dire Ailments, why me? can I be plain?
I wilt like a lily rose struck by a disease-
In the world where sun does not cease
To God I pray through a window pane,
Where I can behold no obnoxious stain,
Where I can breath with a sheer peace
O'er my pangs I put a variety of splints
Which reduces my intermittent affliction
splint on bruises, oh it sprightly sprints-
Rapidly like rodents driven by affection
In my Weakest Weeks my hope splits
Becomes pale and turns into a Fiction
Good rendition of words. Lovely poem well articulated and nicely penned in good rhyme scheme with conviction. Thanks for sharing Hendry.
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2/22/2026 2:29:47 AM # 1.0.0
body Writhes in pain I wilt like a lily rose struck by a disease- splint on bruises, oh it sprightly sprints- my hope splits and ends up in fiction Read ur poem many times ….. and found these points. Very nice poems conveying a lot…. Thank you dear poet. tony