On My Knees Poem by Benjamin Fulmer

On my knees,
I find myself quite uncomfortable.
I think of the pain intensifying in my legs,
And then things just get out of hand when my eyes close.

My pain brings on memories,
Any time I felt pain, it comes to mind.
The memories start to feel so real
That my mind grows sore of them.

The time I first felt heartbreak,
Or the car wreck in high school.
Any physical or emotional scar,
I feel all at once.

When I open my eyes, I see a crucifix.
My pain turns to guilt.
I don’t know real pain, but He does.
How could I be so weak?

I guess I can ask Him that, but He doesn’t say much anymore.