God,
What can I say?
I am broken and scared,
Nothing new right?
Well,
That's not really true,
I'm lost,
I'm unsure which path is right,
The tunnel with the light
At the end?
Seems darker the more I try.
The fire,
That used to burn so bright,
Has dwindled so much,
With each fear.
Comes the feeling,
That my stomach might drop,
The sun in my eyes,
Dulled to a small candle like shine,
The beauty of my smile,
lost its luster,
God,
What can I say?
There's nothing I can say...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The fire, That used to burn so bright, Has dwindled so much, o h i am broken, this feeling of brokenness takes us to the Almighty God and helps us to feel with those who are broken. thank you. tony