Like a prison in your own head,
there is no escape.
No freedom from the wild thoughts of anxiety and concern.
Even God can’t help as prayers go unanswered, begging for peace.
Money well spent, more so clock hands moving. He got me feigning, like a baby weaning.
Still growing and learning -
no common sense though,
control is a must, out of my hands so ...
can only work and pray
give it up to Him more.
My heart so weak, hands be trembling at the thought of me, alone.
Good God, good…