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“I Should Be Dead”
By Rob Weddle

I should be dead…
That’s what I said!
It’s not just in my head
Were there no God?

Dead, dead, dead

In a circus of pain
Assurance was vain
Drowning in rain
And a shred insane

Gulped all my pills
(Made to cure ills –
deformed to what kills)
And stuffed my gills

Swallowed them did I!
Knelt on the bedside
Peeked at the sky
Then waited to die

Yet eyes fell open
No words spoken
Sure, I was still broken
But life had awoken

Darkness was strangled
Satan entangled
Despair’d been mangled
YEARNING was wrangled

Somehow, at my least
God slayed the beast
Freedom released
From famine to FEAST

Now laughing, alive
I struggle, I thrive
Indulged or deprived
I am revived

Thank you Jesus

This entry was posted in Pain.

4 comments on ““I Should Be Dead” (New Poetry)

  1. You have a such a fantastic blog!! 👍👍 Reblogging to the rush hour.net

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    1. Rob Weddle says:

      Thanks so much. I greatly appreciate it.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. A pleasure it is!❤️

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