(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope when I can’t breathe, so I let Jesus breathe for me”)
You pass judgment on those who you deem “wrong.”
“I’ll NEVER act like that!” you declare. “Why?”
You WILL act like that when you lose your “strong.”
When your rage is up, outrage is in….down sigh.
I can feel the heaviness in stillness.
The calm and clarity in confusion.
White coats fail me of my mental illness.
No meds can cure what is this conclusion.
I just can’t write this sonnet much longer.
John 3:16 – God loves this world. JESUS.
Call me “doom and gloom guy.” Fine. You’re stronger.
We, weak. We, heavy, We, sad. He loves us.
They were eating and drinking; grown, no teethe.
The end came out of nowhere. “WE CAN’T BREATHE!”