MY LORD

If a man sits long enough, sorrowful and anxious Bereft of joy his mind constantly darkening Soon it seems to him that his troubles are endless Then he must. consider that the wise lord often moves through the air Granting some men honor, glory and fame But others only hardship and shame This i will say for myself Either rich or poor, happy or sad To my lord God i will devote my life to worship

reefaman

I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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