Groans Poem by John G. Nelson

Groans



Groans

There’re groans, after all is said.
Hurts and troubles hole & bruise,
Whence disquieting thoughts sway,
And Imprison my joys and cheers.

Somewhere, hurts pummel bones,
Make me groan, I neglect my peace.
Sometime, I cry my heart out to God,
Questioned, how could this happen.

Grief and sorrow become my eyes,
They make me see sins and woes,
Agonies & groans become my gob
They Curse, make me feel unworthy.

Sometime, I find no taste for life,
My Ailing emotions hurts and burn.
Many time, Silence become my voice,
And agitations become my thoughts.


7/19/2011

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John G. Nelson

John G. Nelson

Monrovia, Liberia
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