Fizzled Life At Stake Poem by LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS

Who he is that can save? Come, deliver
Where is my safety? Where am I safe in this life?
Every minute of my life I languish in pain and sickness.
I tremble for the quakes of the vagaries of life
Who is he that can tell of my story? Is it you?
No there's none among men with such feat
It is too hard a nut to crack. Still I'm destined to bear it.
Who shall sing of my elegy? Who are they that care to listen?
Every moment of my life I'm in sorrow.
In my eating hours there always a dropp of tear in my tears.
My best companion of life has become but grief
Have I but become a sacrificial lamb?
At least I should have been considered a human.
The wailing of my heart becomes greater of Jeremiah's
Job's encounter is only but a spark of my visitations
Every moment of my life I'm in sorrow. In waking hours flows the avalanche of tears of bitterness in my heart.
Even in my sleeping hours I have nightmares
I see myself a fly being caught in a vicious cobweb.
Any attempt to detach a leg, pins it securely more on a sticky-stand.
Accurse be the day I was born. For it were better I was not born.
Let confusion lay hold of that day of birth the child of affliction was born.
Let terror more terrible than terror lay siege of that day
It were better I had passed through the discharges of my mother
By now all the memories of my being would have being forgotten
Woe to that womb that bore the child of affliction
It shall remain barren for seven generation unborn.
Oh! My souls take thy rest in the bosom of the Most High.