Broken, that’s what I am. Unable to locate the scattered pieces of me.
Broken by words spoken over and to me.
Shattered by hands that battered and bruised me.
Fallen like leaves from trees when their season is complete.
Oh, death, please come rescue me.
This pain is unbearable; I cannot separate me from me.
Time laughs at me.
The grave betrays me.
My breath lingers at the bed of sea.
Where is my relief?
Vindicate me, oh Lord, so I may rest in peace.
My soul longs to be with Thee.
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