"Good Lord, where are You?
If You really do exist,
why don't You come out of hiding and
do something about this creature in distress?I am physically weary, I am mentally depressed,
I am spiritually defeated.
I can't eat, can't sleep.
I am like garbage,
discarded refuse in the back alley;
like yesterday's newspaper
shuffled around by the wind.
I feel like some sort of zombi,
some non-entity,
some nothing that people,
if they acknowledge,
would only curse.
But the prophets have declared Your mercy.
You do reign over our world, they say
You do show concern
for the poor clods of this earth.
Good Lord, prove it!
Look down from wherever You are
on Your creatures wallowing in wretchedness.
Deliver us, O God, set us free!
For your years have no end,
nor do the destinies of those who trust in You."
Leslie Brandt. Psalms Now
The difficulties and trials of life can be enormously draining and wearying, creating confusion in the mind and despair or anger in the heart.
Opposition or illness can wear the strongest down.
And there are always past mistakes that may catch up with you
Suicide poetry and poems:
Radical perspective on cutting free from oppression and hopelesness.
A different view on the worth of the individual.
On making an end to guilt, shame and anger.
How to enter the extreme river.
suicide poetry and poems - getting radical
http://extremeriver.org/suicide/suicidepoetrypoem.html
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