"Most High" Poem by ANKWASA HARLORD

"Most High"



Father!
I come before you
Minute, hour, days seeking
For somewhere to handle,
Father!
Tempests are solid like steel
Tigers wanting a peice of me,
I call out your name father
As your own child,
Why don't you answer me?
I have flaws
Father! Understand I am human
Now a victim of circumstances way beyond,
Father I am also yours.

Monday, June 29, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: despair
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
When you feel God has abandoned you when you need him most
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