Give Me Hope
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Poetry
Alone in a world of darkness and pain
The world there outside, I don't see the rain
Is the sun shining brightly? I really don't know
There's no place to turn and nowhere to go
Moments of madness can quickly turn bad
Anger, frustration and a need to feel sad
Tears fill my eyes, my emptiness exposed
Thoughts are with loved ones that I long to hold
Time here is volatile, no longer my own
A drive to the shops, or a chat on the phone
No longer a privilege in what I say or do
My life is so fragile, in how time sees me through
My two grandchildren, I just long to see
Wanting to hug them and hold them to me
I'm angry inside and I feel such pain
My emotions run high again and again
Someone please help me, it's getting harder to cope
Dear Lord up above, please give me some hope
Free me from this torment and show me the light
I'm broken, I'm battered, no more can I fight
Alone in a world of darkness and pain
The world there outside, I don't see the rain
Is the sun shining brightly? I really don't know
There's no place to turn and nowhere to go
Moments of madness can quickly turn bad
Anger, frustration and a need to feel sad
Tears fill my eyes, my emptiness exposed
Thoughts are with loved ones that I long to hold
Time here is volatile, no longer my own
A drive to the shops, or a chat on the phone
No longer a privilege in what I say or do
My life is so fragile, in how time sees me through
My two grandchildren, I just long to see
Wanting to hug them and hold them to me
I'm angry inside and I feel such pain
My emotions run high again and again
Someone please help me, it's getting harder to cope
Dear Lord up above, please give me some hope
Free me from this torment and show me the light
I'm broken, I'm battered, no more can I fight
Date Published
November 11, 2025
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