worn heart

today i fainted,

inside my

worn torn heart,

overwhelmed,

i was,

with the effects,

of the unseen,

so,

so, so hidden,

by the wickedness

that hides,

done,

by them,

the children

of the bad

what things?

why, . . .

don't

you see?

. . . of course you don't

and i do not fault you

the great majority

sleep

myriad roads,

lead,

to many deceptions,

like,

good is bad

and evil good

the line of goodness,

it is drawn,

see it,

across the sand of

what is written

in all hearts,

choose it

the crooked course

is torched by lies,

flaming misdeeds,

thefts,

deaths,

things unjust,

that pain,

induced by,

the walking dead,

is the bad

today i fainted,

inside my worn,

torn heart,

i crawled inside myself,

my hidden,

my spirit,

my defenseless

heart,

i called out,

i cried to him,

the Lord

of Lords,

. . . he hears everything

i heard him,

he answered,

no audibleness,

but yes,

. . . impressions,

of his words,

yet sweet,

kind and strong,

given inside my bleeding,

worn,

war torn heart,

to,

"stay the course,

wait, . . .

not long now,

and see,

what good

things I do"