Narrative

-Dedicated to Granny Ellen Prince who suffered a major stroke 
My heart is tired 
My soul is dead 
I lay so still 
No tears descend. 
I followed You 
But all in vain 
This stroke has left 
My body in pain. 
I pray to leave 
I wish to die 
To float above 
My soul to fly. 
Discouraged and alone 
No joy I feel 
My heart is tired 
A body unhealed. 
Grant my prayer 
And release my grip 
Calm my spirit 
Let my soul drift. 
This heart is tired 
This body so weak 
Drowning in thoughts 
Given no speech.

My Heart Is Tired