R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)

Lies from the enemy?

I'm running out of things to be thankful for,

I yearn for luxury, convenience and more.

Though I receive countless blessings everyday,

Difficulties and pain still finds its way.

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My life sometimes loses its sense of purpose,

I feel like a clown in an empty circus.

I don't want to die but I'm not happy being born,

For life itself causes my spirit to be torn.

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The friends I can trust are lesser than my fingers,

Superficial optimism really hinders

The understanding of me, even by relatives and family.

So help me Lord, before I believe more lies from the enemy.

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Is it a lie, that life itself is completely against me?

That hardships also happen to everybody?

It's so cliche' to say that life is unfair,

That's why for me, it's hard to bear.

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I beg you for grace, Oh Lord the King,

I feel small, fragile and worth nothing.

My heart's so heavy from the weight of sadness,

Please don't let me drown in madness.

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August 20 2016

Copyright Star Ashley Cruz