Emotion Dough

Emotions always rise

Where No One Can Follow

Scary days ahead, the signs say

Pops, cramps, and numbness

Chest pains, muscle sprains, the unexplained

Hard to sleep, fatigue beats all effort

Momma dead, Grandparents dead, stuck in my head

Wasted time, I know I’m dying, time on the go flying

Shake my head, wondering when I’ll be dead, my body whispers soon


Blink of an eye, tell everyone bye before the end.

Cry alone, wanting to stay but go, home.

I feel lost, health tossed and pulled by the wind.

I’ll write so you’ll know, how my thoughts steered while I go, to the grave.


16 Therefore we do not become discouraged [spiritless, disappointed, or afraid]. Though our outer self is [progressively] wasting away, yet our inner self is being [progressively] renewed day by day.
2 Corinthians 4:16 AMP


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