Mind bursting with fear,
courage shattered by the scars of life,
will things ever change,
will empty words ever cease,
could be a dream,
or is the pain too much to bear,


Sleep for the sleepless,
or nightmares for the restless,
could it be that reality is no more,
and sorrow masquerades in the rain drops,
why does goodness seem wrong,
has God forgotten the prayers of the righteous,


Eyes staring above,
waiting for the answer,
head buried in his Word,
could it be that faith is fleeting,
and the dark one walks in the moonlight,


When did all this appear,
where were the warnings,
the letters of each line replayed like a headline,
could it be love is no more,
and crushing one's heart has become an art,


Heart swelling with burdens,
body aching with unknown sicknesses,
could it be that depression is seeking to emerge,
or have the past lessons strengthened the soul,
each day,
each week,
the birth of forgiveness peeks through the pane of grief,
not harboring the darkness of past deeds,
God is watching,
will the conscience be seared,
or is man just a slave to desire of self.....


Dayne-Christopher  
roken, life seems like a chore."
DCA