Poetry

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I will not restrain my tongue,
I will speak of my anguish;
Bitterness that will be flung,
Spirit and soul did languish.

Am I the beast of the sea,
Because all that I complain;
That God sets a guard on me,
Like a whale that is in pain.

My bed shall be my comfort,
My couch will ease my complaint;
I am not an introvert,
Because I have no restraint.

Then He scares me with my dream,
Terrifying with visions;
Of such an evil scheme,
Having wicked collisions.

That I would choose a strangling,
Of death rather than my bones;
Having life that is dangling,
The Lord does not hear my moans.

I have been loathing my life,
And will not live forever;
For my days are filled with strife,
My breath will leave me never.

What is man He made so much,
The Lord sets His heart in him;
To magnify of His touch,
Giving him spiritual vim.

I visit in prayer each morning,
Speaking to Him each moment;
Look for a sign or warning,
Ridding me of this torment.

How long will He look away,
Leaving me alone to sin;
I rather not go astray,
For I need His discipline.

I am needing His pardon,
Erase my iniquity;
That He never abandon,
To give me humility.

Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer

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