The Lord Will End My Laments Poem by Michael James Ajani

Sometimes I wanted to cry but tears would not come, it won't just.
Is it of rejection, is it betrayal I would say? Oh! I'm in pains this is unjust.
For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye drop down water, oh! This worst.
What has been my offense for this cup to have fell on me? This is hardened burdened how can I pay that it cost?
Now that my strength fall, from whom I am not able to rise up and no one to comfort me,
I don't know if I would stand again, I'm deeply hurt inside, my soul is, who am I to rely on this time, I think not even my homie.
It is now obvious that some people are dangerous more worst than pandemic, I seek ye Lord open my eyes show me who is there for me.
I don't want to be hurt no more, I've been ran to the ground, I was showed nothing but hatred, I was down and they kicked me in the face, no case I believe I would rise again and shine at the presence of mine enemy.