In her sorrow

Every time I think of my well gift’d life,
Like a day turn’d night, second  turn’d minute
One lie to more, half meant it to mean it.
Painful day; like stabbing thy heart with knife.
By once thee loving God motivate me
Will art others treat thee with fair kindness?
Hope others be  like God who is selfless,
Though the thought makes me look forward to see
For I feel empty and hurt deep inside,
And praying thee God to lessen these tears,
Yes, though crying can ease  this hurting chest
And I wish someone would hug, sit beside
But this life; betrayals that stab like spears
Crying, hiding, oh yes, I do this best.


How can thee manage smiling so so bright?
Though thee art hurting thy chest deep inside
Should I question thee if thee art alright?
Worst things that happened they’re still on thy side
The day be great if day follow the tide
Moments priceless and hours be colorful,
Pain in thy chest less’n if  thy heart abide                
They help us stand, that would be wonderful!
And we all be grateful and be fruitful
And be humble for the blessings that comes
Look on the bright side and be resourceful,
And thee have to be calm; take deep breath once
Thee stop mourning; face forward, enjoy life
Thank thee God for the friends, life, I’m grateful