Broken Ways
I stopped, dropped, and was rolled right over.
"Let it be", ever so softly- not the "sorry", but the ever so costly
that I wish not to hear
nor lend my ear
or send the insincere
to mend what's broken here.
So on bended knee, with empathy, I begged for an
eternity of sympathy
and all it proved to me
Was that all of me
no longer stood next to Thee.
So there I lay, in dismay
And disarray and somewhat alone
And all afraid
to do, or use, or pursue, or turn to
they that pray for me.
Or they that stay with me,
and never stray from me.
In disguise I try to hide
The pain inside
But that's just the way for me-
That's just the day for me
and that will be the grave for me.
© 2014 R.S. Hutchinson