How can I help you

When I am in my own hell

Fires of lack burning me

The pain of paucity is all I see.

How can I help you

When I am caged

In the prison of my thoughts

Memories of helplessness assail me.

How can I help you

When all I have

Is all I don’t want

All I want is what I don’t have.

How can I help you

When what turns me on

Turns you off and what

turns me off, turns you on.

How can I help you

When I need help myself

I dialed for help

Phone ringing off the hook.

Every day I fly like a drone

To the land of my desires

Hovering and watching helplessly

If wishes were horses….?

Ah, the pain of unmet desires

A hurting open wound

Festering in hot sun helplessness

Whilst watching servants riding on horses.

Another day in the city of lack

Where men want but never get

Embracing exiguity with dignity

I guess hell is always on fire.

Selah.

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10 Comments

Benedicta Saroh · January 26, 2019 at 6:26 am

Wow
Love this

    Ovyay · January 26, 2019 at 6:48 am

    Thanks Benee

Melody · January 26, 2019 at 6:52 am

Hmmmm!! Reality my brother! You’ve said it just the way it is. Great work my brother.

    Ovyay · January 26, 2019 at 7:12 am

    Thanks ma Tsunami

Mabel · January 26, 2019 at 8:07 am

Nice and very real..

    Ovyay · January 26, 2019 at 8:19 am

    Thanks so much. I appreciate your comments🌼🌻💐

KG · January 26, 2019 at 9:14 am

🤔🤔. That’s why we need the Real Helper, the Holy Spirit our helper and comforter

    Ovyay · January 26, 2019 at 8:20 pm

    Yes and Amen

Esu Agbaedeng · January 28, 2019 at 4:37 am

I can identify with this poem, truth they say is bitter

    Ovyay · January 28, 2019 at 11:26 am

    God is our strengrh

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